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[sleepy-moans]

pain.

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stomach bouncing when you fuck someone is just as hot as tits or ass btw

[littlemisskookie]

Group Bonding

Group Bonding Ship: Best Friend!Taehyung x Reader x Enemy!Jungkook Description: For as long as you were going to be Taehyung’s best friend, you’d have to put up with his other best friend, Jungkook, who absolutely despises you. Things only get more complicated after an incident that leads people to think you took the package deal. Warnings: Threesome, Eiffel Tower, MxM action, Dom/BratTamer!Taehyung, Switch!JK, Oral (m&f receiving), Unproteced Sex, Squirting, Impact Play, Dacryphilia, Creampie, Cum Play, Edging, Overstimulation, Humiliation/Degradation, Fingering, Dirty Talk, Praise, Pussy Slapping, Multiple Orgasms, Sadomasochism, Dry Humping literally this is 90% smut barely any plot, terrible attempts at humor Wordcount: 15k A/N: Ahh sorry I keep making the reader not get along with Jungkook lol. I just love best friends and enemies tropes, what can I say. I hope everyone enjoys this. You can find the Enhypen Sunghoon & Heeseung version on my blog @m-hypen as Package Deal!

When you first met Taehyung it was for your debate program in University. He was the only one who could match you with for wit, point for point, all within the allotted time and with brevity and well spoken analysis that you were in awe of. Surprisingly the two of you did not become rivals, the way high school you would've fantasized, having read way too much enemies to lovers fanfiction. No, instead you two actually became very good friends, building a friendship based on mutual respect, sticking together even after graduation. 

Taehyung was practically perfect in every way except with one minute (major) flaw: his other best friend.

You and Jeon Jungkook never really saw eye-to-eye; the moment you crossed paths with his childhood best friend, his original debate partner back in high school, you knew you had entered a battlefield.

It was a never ending fight between the two of you, always vying for Taehyung’s affections. Jungkook had always accused you of being a leech, just another sycophant who would reveal her true colors and nefarious intentions towards his best friend. Apparently they had known each other since childhood, and he had seen a million girls like you come and go. You, on the other hand, found Jungkook to be an entitled, pompous brat whose rich family provided so much for him he had never been told the word no. He was so used to Taehyung being his and his alone that you had trouble picturing him sharing anything in his life. That was probably the real reason why girls didn't last long around Taehyung. 

It didn't help that Taehyung was constantly trying to facilitate things between the two of you, arranging for the three of you to hang out despite both parties' protest.

"If you guys only got to know each other better, I'm sure you'd get along!"

"Won't you guys try, for me? C'mon, I've always pictured what things would be like, the three of us."

"You're both my best friends. Why would anyone choose just one?"

More times than you could count you were invited to hang out with Taehyung, only to find Jungkook already be there. You tried to get along with the man, really, but it was nearly impossible. He was so possessive of Tae, constantly glaring at the two of you when Taehyung showed you any affection. He always had some snide comment to make about it afterwards, like just seeing you two so close made him want to throw up. You were positively sure at this point that the younger was in love with his best friend, but it was a working theory.

Regardless, anything you showed up to with Taehyung, you'd have to be ok with Jungkook tagging along as well. Tonight's party was no exception, though you had lost track of the duo when you went to find a drink to drown your sorrows, and then had to do it again after seeing said sorrow to drink over.

You stumbled up the stairs with a heavy heart, downing most of your cup to replace one bitter taste in your mouth with another. To your surprise you see your best friend waiting in the hallway, no Jungkook in sight, looking just as drunk as you based on the way he was slumped against the wall.

You walked up to him, back pressing against the wall as well, leaning your arm against his for support and also needing the comfort of his body heat against yours right now. 

"Hey, where've ya been? I've been looking for you for the past ten minutes I feel," you pouted, taking another sip of the fruity concoction in your cup, the vodka starting to become less noticeable.

The moment Taehyung registered you he glowed, beaming with a goofy, drunk, genuine smile that made you feel safe.

"Hey, sorry! Kook broke the seal, and I didn't want to lose more than one person in a single night," Taehyung chuckled, grabbing you arm and tucking it against his, pulling you in closer to his side. "How're you enjoying the party?"

You shrugged, unsure if you wanted to mention the sight downstairs you were currently running from. "It's fine, I guess."

"Yeah, I was thinking about the three of us ditching to go to that party on Brunswick, but none of us seem quite capable of driving just yet."

That put a damper on your hopes of Taehyung whisking you away from this place.

"I just remembered, I forgot to show you earlier today the new watch I got from Etsy!" Taehyung’s glazed eyes lit up. "Look, it's called a serpent's watch." 

Taehyung flashed the fancy accessory on his wrist, the nontraditional wristband being coils of metal that wrapped down his wrist, the clock shaped closer to an oval or diamond than a circle. It really was shaped liked a serpent.

You absentmindedly nodded, fingers brushing over the way the watch wrapped around Taehyung’s wrist. Your mind kept drifting from Taehyung’s forearms, however, and without sobriety to keep your mind where it should be, tears were soon falling from your eyes.

Tae noticed immediately.

"Hey hey, what's wrong?" Taehyung cupped your face in his hands, thumbs swiping under your eyes to wipe away at the tears. "It's a party, you should be happy-drunk, not sad-drunk."

Your lip trembled as you melted into Taehyung’s touch. "It's Yoongi," you explained, a pout on your lips as you said the name. "Just saw him downstairs with some girl. I just wasn't expecting it to hit so hard, y'know?"

"Aw, baby, I'm so sorry." Taehyung wasn't the biggest fan of your ex, secretly (not so secretly) elated when the two of you broke up. You didn't share the same sentiments, very clearly heartbroken when Yoongi dumped you to have sex with other girls. Go figure. "It's natural to be upset."

"I just—" You sucked in a breath. "I want to be over it already, y'know? I'm so sick of being pathetic and still crying about it."

"It was only two months ago. I don't blame you."

"You should. You should be sick of me at this point, crying to you about this. God knows Jungkook is." You blinked away the tears, slowly coming back down to Earth as you grounded yourself further against Taehyung. "I'm sick of me."

"I could never be sick of you, trust me. Yoongi doesn't know what he's missing out on. Any sane man would be on his knees for you if you so much as asked."

That earned a laugh out of you, effectively brightening your spirit a tiny bit. You sniffled, resting your forehead against Taehyung’s shoulder, sighing as you composed yourself. "Thanks, Tae. I appreciate it. God, why can't more guys be like you? There's too many assholes like Yoongi and Jungkook around."

Taehyung chuckled at that. "Hey, Kook’s not that bad."

"He is to me."

"You guys just need to work on getting closer, that's all. Find some shared interest or hobby or something. Anything you might like to do together."

You rolled your eyes a bit. "I don't think there's anything like that that doesn't involve violence."

"He likes you more than you think. He just doesn't realize it yet," Taehyung assured.

You heard a knock from inside the bathroom, Jungkook’s voice calling out. "Taehyung?"

"Speak of the devil," Taehyung grinned. He turned toward the door. "What is it?"

"Can you come in here real quick?"

Both you and Taehyung exchanged puzzled glances.

"Are you guys about to get up to some gay shit?" You whispered quietly. "I mean, it's hot, I guess. Am I supposed to keep watch?"

"Dunno yet. Let me see what he needs," Taehyung said, not even bothering to deny the homosexual allegations as he stepped inside the bathroom. Jungkook was turned away from Taehyung, looking down and fidgeting with something. "Everything ok man?"

"Yes— I mean no— I mean... shit." Jungkook turned around, letting Taehyung see his situation. Unfortunately for him, the zipper of his pants had gotten stuck onto his boxers and was refusing to budge. "It's stuck," Jungkook stated the obvious. "I've been trying to get it loose for like, five minutes now."

"Whoo boy, let's see what we're dealing with." Taehyung gave the zipper an experimental tug upwards. Jungkook wasn't used to having Taehyung’s hands so close to his genitalia, but he supposed it was a testimony to how close they were.

Jungkook leaned against the sink, ears tinged pink with embarrassment as Taehyung yanked at the zipper with reasonable force.

"Hey, watch it man! I don't need you zipping up my balls, too," Jungkook freaked.

"Relax, it's not— Jesus Christ, this thing really isn't budging," Taehyung hissed, hands starting to become sweaty with his efforts.

Jungkook’s eyes widened. He buried his face in his hands, feeling how hot his cheeks were already getting "Fuck. Fuck, man, what am I gonna do? I can't go out there with my fly like this!"

"I'd be more worried about the fact you spent, like, 500 bucks on these pants." If Taehyung used too much force on this he was at risk of breaking it beyond repair, and he really couldn't afford repairs for Louis Vuitton the way Jungkook could.

"Dude, I literally want to die right now." Jungkook prayed everybody would be drunker than he was, at least enough where he could make a speedy exit without anyone noticing his problem.

"Wait!" Taehyung’s head shot up, as though a brilliant idea came to him. "I know someone who's great with zippers!"

Jungkook’s thick brows furrowed, and all he could think about was lightning somehow shooting into the house and striking him down mercifully. "What? Wait—"

"Y/N! Get in here, we need your help!" Taehyung swung open the bathroom door, dragging you inside without preamble or Jungkook’s approval.

You grumbled, eyes narrowed with confusion. "Do I need to aim for you guys or...?"

"No! Kook’s got a bit of a..." Taehyung’s eyes flicked down towards his friend's crotch. "...situation."

Your eyebrows jumped this time. "He has a boner?"

"No!" Now it was Jungkook’s turn to interject. He felt like he could die of embarrassment then and there, having to humiliate himself in front of you of all people. "My zipper is stuck."

"Aw, guess that Louis label doesn't guarantee quality after all, does it?" You jutted your lip out in a fake pout, taking your opportunity to jab at him. You were still suffering from the sting of seeing your ex, and Jungkook was the best target you could ask for tonight. This was just too perfect.

"Hey, be nice," Taehyung scolded. "Will you help?"

"Maybe..." You tapped your cup against your chin, pondering. "If he begs."

"What?!" Jungkook was shocked by your sheer audacity.

You shrugged, fighting (and failing) to keep the corner of your mouth from quirking up into a smirk. "If you want me to help, you have to say please. It's only polite."

"Oh my god, you're such a bitch—"

"That's not very nice."

"Nice? I can—"

"Guys, stop!" Taehyung interrupted the both of your squabbling, not wanting to be cramped in a bathroom with the two of you shouting in his ear. "Just say please, Kook."

Jungkook’s eyes practically bulged out of his sockets when he heard Taehyung taking your side. You stuck your tongue out at him like a child, triumphant. 

He gritted his teeth, clenching his jaw as he muttered the words. "Will you please help me with my zipper? Please?"

You looked so cheeky and smug, putting your cup down on the sink. Jungkook suddenly had the urge to bite you. "Well, since you sound so pathetic."

You reached for the zipper, and Jungkook hissed to resist the urge of slapping your hands away out of annoyance. "I'm gonna get you back for this, I swear..."

"That's not how you say thank you to a favor, Kookie," you teased, your fingers twiddling with the metal as you tried to yank it up.

"We both know you aren't doing this as a favor." Fuck, you were so close to him. He could smell both the perfume you wore and the alcohol you drank. Now he had to worry about the friction your jerky little tugs were causing. 

"Aw, look at you guys getting along," Taehyung smiled, reaching up to pat your head. "I told ya, you just needed to bond a little."

"We are not bonding— ow!" You tried to turn your head to face him, but something caught in your hair. You tried to move again, only realizing that Taehyung’s fancy watch was now tangled in it.

"Sorry!" Taehyung apologized, trying to move his hand back but tugging your head along with it, making you howl. "Oh, sorry again!"

"Stop moving!" You reached one hand back to reach for his wrist, trying to pull a few strands away to get loose.

"Can you get lower? It's hard for me to untangle myself at this angle."

"Fuck!" The hand still on Jungkook’s zipper yanked on it in frustration, the tug doing nothing to free it.

"My hand's getting tired up here, it'll be quicker!" Taehyung whined petulantly.

You rolled your eyes and reluctantly sank onto your knees, the cold tile biting against your skin. You were now staring up at Jungkook, who found the view a lot hotter than he cared to admit.

But he did say he was going to get back at you.

A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "Look at you. Can't believe you're on your knees in a bathroom for me."

You scowled. "It's not for you."

"Right. You're on a dirty bathroom floor for me and Taehyung." Jungkook snickered at your glare, soaking in your scowl.

You reached up for his zipper with both hands, tugging it back down in another attempt, your other hand gripping onto fabric to pull it out. "You really shouldn't piss off the one with a zipper to your balls."

"That's if you can do your job correctly down there."

"Oh, you can fuck right off— Oh fuck, Tae!" Your head jerked back again slightly, and your eyes scrunched as you winced in pain.

"Sorry!" Taehyung apologized again, patting your head with the unadorned hand. "It's almost out, just a little longer."

"Fuck!" You gripped onto Jungkook’s pants tighter, pulling him closer to you as you jerked the zipper more, feeling some leeway.

Jungkook grappled onto the sink counter, trying not to fall against you or get hard, his footing unsteady as you tugged his pants closer to your face. If he wasn't careful you were going to end up with his dick print against your cheek. The sound of your little whine made popping a boner nearly impossible. It was difficult too with the sight of you frustrated and on your knees between the two of them, tiny hands scrambling with his zipper, and his mind was going to places they really shouldn't.

Your hand was moving the zipper up and down, desperately trying to get it loose, the tiny bit of fabric bunched beneath slowly giving way. You fisted at the fabric next to it, trying to pull it in the opposite direction so it would give.

"Fuck, I think I'm close," you muttered quietly to yourself, not even realizing how you sounded.

Fuck. Fuck Jungkook needed to get his zipper fixed now because any second now he was going to get obviously hard, and there'd be absolutely no way of hiding it from you or Taehyung.

"I-I think I might—"

"Shut up, I'm almost there!" Of course you'd be fucking stubborn when you put your mind to something.

"Me too!" His best friend innocently commented, eyes glued on his watch. Taehyung seemed oblivious to Jungkook’s panic, just as focused as you when it came to the task at hand.

You tugged one more time, the slide finally becoming easier and the zipper making its way successfully to the very bottom, no fabric stuck. "Finally!"

Taehyung managed to free his watch with your hair still intact, though it was a mess from the tangles and pulling from prior. "Yes!" He rolled his wrist with satisfaction, his other, unadorned hand now combing through your mess of hair in attempt to smoothe it. "See, that wasn't too bad."

Jungkook felt entirely too suffocated, and for the first time in his life he was desperately wanting a woman off her knees. "For you," he huffed, feeling hotter by the minute.

It was just then that the bathroom door, which you neglected to lock behind you, swung open.

The three of you must've been a sight: your hands up near Jungkook’s crotch while you were on your knees, Jungkook’s pants unzipped, your hair a tangled mess and makeup slightly smudged from crying. Jungkook and Taehyung were also incriminating, both sweating a little from their frustration, breathing heavy from their intense focus on very different missions. 

Taehyung looked like a deer in headlights as he turned back toward the people in the doorway, the appearance of the situation seemingly dawning on him.

"Um... I know this is super cliché but... this isn't what it looks like."

—

So everybody thinks you had a threesome in the bathroom with the two hottest guys on campus. 

That's just great.

It's not like anyone's dick was even out or anything. Sure, you could see how it'd look like you guys were about to have a threesome, but that's a huge difference! Instead, you were getting bombarded left and right with people you've never even met, asking you what happened, what they were like, who was better, who was bigger. They heard some of the things that were being said, you couldn't fool them. The dialogue alone was incriminating. When you told them the truth they never believed you, some giving you a cheeky smile saying, Fine, keep your secrets.

You were starting to think you might as well have with how many people were convinced.

The mere idea of it was crazy. You, having a threesome with your best friend... and his best friend. Who you hated.

Still, your mind kept drifting back to the image of him looking down at you, so pissed, so on edge. You were lucky he seemed so panicked about the zipper that he didn't notice you pressing your thighs together.

You were a horny drunk, you could admit that much. You just didn't imagine you'd be getting horny for Jungkook of all people.

Or Taehyung.

You thought of the way Tae’s fingers carded through your hair, the assuring pat on your head and the way he cradled your face when you were crying. You thought about how he looked from above as well that night, brows furrowed in concentration, biting down on his lip.

Fuck. You can't be thinking of this. It was just a drunken misunderstanding.

You need to stop thinking about fucking your best friend and his best friend. End of story.

There was no way that was ever happening. Jungkook hated your guts the same way you hated his, and Taehyung was always oblivious to everything. 

You just had to pretend that none of it was bothering you.

That's why you were loud as hell as you barged your way into Taehyung’s apartment, holding your copy of his key between your fingers.

"Hee! I'm here!" you called, just in case Jungkook was inside and you were unwittingly put into a trap with him. You stumbled your way into the living room, where Taehyung sat on his huge ass sofa, solo. "No Kook today?"

"Nah, he's not going to be out of class for another hour at least. I'm all yours 'til then." He was so cocky with it, crossing his fingers behind his head and leaning back, giving a mischievous grin.

"Lucky me," you chuckled, kicking off your shoes to join him.

With an early start to wine and enough time to get you tipsy, your conversation with Taehyung had delved into the topic no one, you especially now, could take off their minds: threesomes.

At first it started with the two of you laughing over how ridiculous the rumor spreading about the three of you was.

"So, I'm guessing you heard the rumors too?"

"Which one? The one about the dean having the same dealer as us, or the one that Sigma Ki has a cuck hazing ritual?"

You lightly shoved at your friend, rolling your eyes. "You know the one."

Taehyung laughed at your annoyance, positively beaming. "Oh, you mean the one about you, me, and Kook fucking each other in the bathroom? I may have heard about it."

How crazy that'd be. How stupid everyone was for automatically believing it. Then it continued, getting a bit deeper. You were currently ranting about how the concept of it in the general public, and what was deemed as more "acceptable" was two girls with one guy. It had only become a recent phenomenon of a girl getting to have two guys at the same time, the riskiest it was willing to go before still forcing her to choose one of the two. Meanwhile men's fantasies included harems and two women and expectations for girls that had been ingrained in the misogynistic society you were subjected to today.

"I mean, let's be soooo for real," you droned, the alcohol in your system making you bolder with your opinions. "Threesomes with two guys and one girl don't happen in real life. It's just a porn fantasy, and not one that gets delivered enough anyways because visual porn is much more catered to the male gaze. God forbid a woman's the center of attention."

"I'm sure those threesomes happen more often than you think, you know."

"Think about all the threesomes you know of, with real people you know, and measure out how many of those were two girls and how many were two guys. Those specific pairings. Go."

Taehyung pondered for a moment, giving it some thought. "So it's a bit... imbalanced."

"Guys have it so easy!" You whined, sinking into the couch cushions, crossing your arms with a huff. "Girls are constantly expected to be gay with their girl friends. If a girl isn't down to have a threesome with another girl, she's seen as boring. That's why so many of those Tinder couples are looking for a girl. And it's all catered towards the guy. Hell, if I were with another naked chick, the guy definitely wouldn't be getting all the attention. It's like rowboating with a heavy ass robot in the middle. Sure, hypothetically you can get the job done, but overall it'd just be best if the useless piece of junk were out of the picture."

Taehyung cackled at your comment, shaking his head. "You have the strangest way of describing things."

"I'm pretty sure I heard it from some comedian." You waved aside the thought. "Meanwhile, if you ask a guy to have a threesome with his bestie, he'd look at you like you have two heads! It only exists in porn, not real life," you rambled on.

"I'm still sure it happens in real life more often than you'd think."

"No, I doubt that. That's why it's so silly that everyone's so gullible. Guys are always going on about how it'd be gay to have a threesome with another man, but it's just as hot for the girl as it is for the guy in the switched scenarios," you pointed out. "Why else would girls be reading yaoi or reading gay fanfiction when they themselves are not gay men? Get turned on when they kiss?"

"I don't know. Some guys aren't as insecure in their masculinity as you think."

"Oh yeah? Like who?"

"Me."

You scoffed. "You? Yeah right."

"I don't think I'd mind," he shrugged, as though it were the most casual thing in the world.

"Oh really? So if a woman asked if you and your best friend— if you and Jungkook, were down to fuck her, you'd do it?" Surely Taehyung was just blowing smoke out of his ass. Your sweet Tae? No way. The mere concept of him and Jungkook actually sharing a girl was enough to give anyone a nosebleed. Like Jungkook would be capable of sharing in general. 

Taehyung stared at the ceiling, as though thinking about it. "Depends on the woman."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I wouldn't sleep with just any woman, first of all, my best friend included or not."

"Fair point." You thought about it for a moment. "Imagine, like, the hottest girl you've ever seen, then. You'd be down to fuck her no matter what."

Taehyung looked at you with a half-lidded gaze, his tongue running along the inside of his cheek. "Is she as hot as you?"

You rolled your eyes at his typical sleazy compliments, brushing it off with ease. He sometimes unintentionally flirted with you like this, riled you up, reminded you of what you couldn't have. At least, definitely not with Jungkook in the way. It was always innocent banter, some light teasing, like he doesn't know what it does to you. You wonder if he was truly oblivious or if he was just really good at pretending as a way to watch you squirm. "I forget, this whole thing's easy to you. You forget the rest of us plebeians have trouble even getting one person to want us, let alone two. You could probably pick three for one night, easy." You ruffled his hair, pushing his head to the side. "Not all of us look like we could be on the cover of Vogue, you know."

Taehyung pulled you in closer, arm looping around your waist until your thighs were pressing against one another's. "You're hot and you know it."

"Yeah, but I'm not on like, you or Jungkook’s level," you snorted. Hate Jungkook all you want, you couldn't deny the man creeped into the edges of your mind when you were getting off to the thought of his best friend. How you got to know two such gorgeous men, even in this sense, was beyond you.

"You're prettier than both of us. Jungkook would agree." Taehyung leaned in and nosed your neck affectionately, and half of you expected Jungkook to walk in any minute and scold you two for defiling the couch, even though the gesture was surely done with the purest of intentions.

"Doubt that," you chuckled. "I know I'm sorta pretty—"

"Definitely pretty."

"Definitely pretty," you corrected yourself. "But I have no doubt that I get weird stares when the three of us are in public, and people who don't know us wonder how I was able to pull that off."

Taehyung cocked his head to the side, studying your reaction, assessing your words and narrowing his eyes as though he wanted to argue. Slowly, his gaze drifted further down your face, lingering on your lips. "Ask me the question again."

"What question?" You forgot it already. 

"Ask if me and my best friend would be down to fuck you."

Immediately your heart jumped. Your cheeks burned at his clarification, and you squirmed in your seat. "I don't think I phrased it like that!" You couldn't help but feel exposed, even though he misread your question entirely.

"It is now." He leaned in closer, invading your space. You instinctively tried to sink further into the couch. Taehyung stopped his face a few inches from yours, arm hooking over the back of the couch behind you, impossible to ignore, waiting on your answer. He nudged at your chin with his fingers to get you to look at him properly, the way his eyes glittered being far too mischevious for your comfort. "Ask it."

You wanted to tell him to fuck off and quit playing with you, but you were also determined to hide how affected you were. This was so unlike him. Typically he was a clueless dolt, adoring, sweet, not this. The last thing you wanted Taehyung to know was how accurately he was now seeing you now. Did he always? Was he just pretending like he didn't know all this time? You didn't want him to see how excited you were getting by some hypoethical question that could never happen for two very big, very handsome reasons.

But this is Taehyung you're talking about. There was a very real possibility he was just bluffing to get a reaction out of you. You were used to him pulling shit out of his ass to make some contrived point.

"Fine." You squared your shoulders, looking Taehyung in the eye. "Would you want to fuck me with Jungkook?"

There's something that seemed to go dark inside his eyes, his face serious. "Yes."

You couldn't prevent the immediate small exhale of your nose, shaking your head and breaking eye contact. "You're so full of shit. Anything to prove your point and win an argument, huh?" He was exactly the same back in debate, go figure.

You were about to push him aside when you felt a hand on your knee. You stared up at him in surprise, his face still deadly serious.

"I mean it."

His thumb did a small brush against the side of your leg, and it was enough to make your knee jump beneath his palm. Your heartbeat raced, and you're suddenly left shy, as though this weren't your best friend Taehyung.

"I... That still doesn't prove my point!" Your brain was now melting away, and you're scrambling for whatever solid parts were left to form words. Taehyung was saying he wanted to fuck you. With Jungkook. What kind of sick joke was the universe playing with you? "The likelihood of one guy agreeing to that in the first place is super low, much less two."

"Jungkook would say yes, too."

You looked at Taehyung as though he were crazy. "Are we talking about the same Jungkook?"

"Yes."

"Bullshit." You couldn't help but relax a little, reminding yourself of the impossibility, especially where Jungkook was involved. "He hates me."

"He doesn't hate you," Taehyung insisted.

"He does, too." Your confidence was slowly returning, and for a moment you pay no mind to Taehyung’s hand on your knee, your mind now tuning back into debate-mode. "And I know for a fact he'd think you're crazy for even asking and say no."

"He wouldn't. I saw how he was looking at you in the bathroom."

You swore your heart stopped then and there. "You're bluffing."

Taehyung grinned, and you could practically see the devil horns starting to grow. Perhaps the angel act really was a disguise. "Wanna bet?"

"What on?"

His smile deepened. "If he says no, we forget this whole thing happened. Hell, I'll take you out to that trendy little coffee place you love so much. You win."

The unasked questioned stands in the air before you take the plunge. "And if I lose?"

His eyes flicker down to your lips for just a moment, barely long enough for you to catch. "Guess."

You sucked in a breath at that. The thing about Taehyung was that he could never truly be trusted for when he was bluffing and making shit up or when he was saying fact. It was one of those things that made beating him in the moment, with all his deceit and bravado, even more special.

So that's why you found the courage to say: "Call him."

Taehyung didn't even break eye contact with you, whipping out his phone from his back pocket and ringing up Jungkook, turning it on speaker so it was loud enough for both of you to hear.

When the first dial rang you started to have second thoughts.

When the second dial rang you started to think about how Jungkook would believe you were a total freak for wanting this, for wanting to be shared by Taehyung and him of all people, and you'd be ready to die on the spot when you next saw him.

When the third dial rang, you started to believe you were being overdramatic, and that it'd go to voicemail and you and Taehyung could have a big laugh and forget the whole thing ever happened. Maybe make it an inside joke between the two of you. What if he had picked up?

And then he picked up.

You were ready to scream when his deep voice came out of the speaker. "Yo."

"Yo, man, what you up to?" Taehyung sounded so casual, and he only smiled when he saw your look of worry and shock as you mouthed at him to hang up. 

Taehyung was so close to you that you could hear everything on Jungkook’s end without the phone even being on speaker. "Just got out of class. What's up?"

"Wanted to know if you're free to come over."

"Sure dude. What're you wanting to do?"

Taehyung’s eyes locked with yours, his mouth twitching into a smirk. "Y/N."

There's a moment of silence on the line, and you wondered for a moment if Jungkook hung up at the mere mention of your name.

Finally, he spoke.

"Tonight?" He didn't ask any further questions about what Taehyung means by that. He didn't sound shocked, only mildly curious. Amused. Not even repulsed the way you were anticipating.

"More like now." Taehyung was clearly loving watching you squirm, seeing you panic at the audacity he had to go through with the stupid bet. "How soon can you get here?"

He said it. He actually said it.

There's some noise on the receiver, but Jungkook sounded calm. "She asked for this?"

"Directly," Taehyung confirmed. "Explicitly, in fact."

Your cheeks burned further with humiliation. There was silence again. "Is she there?"

Taehyung held out the phone, turning down the volume a bit, tilting his head as though with mock pity. Now whatever answer Jungkook had to give would be right against your ear. "He wants to talk to you."

Your mouth is suddenly dry as he passed you the phone, and you licked your lips as though that'll do any good. "I'm— I'm here."

"Did you really ask for me and Taehyung to fuck you?"

The words almost felt like a caress in your ear, but you're sure you're mistaking a disgusted scowl as a purr of lust. Your mind clearly couldn't be trusted tonight.

You looked back at Taehyung, still close enough for him to pick up on what's being said. You realized you have a chance to deny it all, pretend it was a joke gone too far, a prank. Taehyung would be true to his word, pretend it never happened.

And then your mind raced with everything that could happen.

God, this could be such a bad idea...

"I did."

There was a pause on Jungkook’s end, and it felt as though everyone in the room was soaking in your small confession, like you were in a booth with a priest at church all over again.

"I'll be there in 30."

Jungkook hung up, the line going dead.

Your head felt as though it were filled with static, absorbing what had just happened.

Taehyung, however, wasted no time, immediately throwing his phone away and focusing all of his attention on you.

You could barely wrap your head around the situation, still trying to comprehend multiple facts at once. Taehyung wanted to fuck you. Jungkook wanted to fuck you. Taehyung and Jungkook were both going to fuck you. Now. At the same time.

You rapidly blinked, not even noticing the fact that Taehyung was drawing in closer, crowding your space more than ever.

"Is this—ha, I mean, well— is this for real? This can't be real." You absentmindedly shook your head, as though trying to wake yourself up from a dream.

"It's real." Taehyung’s eyes were intense, staring at you in a whole new light now, one you couldn't help but tremble under. "It's happening."

"But— This can't—"

"Yes, it can."

"No, you're just fucking with me with another one of your silly pranks. Was this planned?" You laughed, knowing the idea would be so Taehyung. If they were secretly recording this there's no doubt the look on your face is priceless. You'd kill him if he posted it. "Funny. Fun one. You got me."

"Y/N." He grabbed your wrists, pulling you in so your chest was against his, staring you in the eye. "Jungkook’s going to be here in half an hour."

You stilled in his hold, gulping at his words as you slowly comprehended the truth of them.

"So you're all mine until he gets here."

That made your heart stop.

You were barely able to make out words.

"I... you don't..."

"I do." Taehyung emphasized. "Do you?"

Your mind felt as though it fully shut down, the only thought in your brain being how Taehyung’s lips are closer than ever. "What?"

Taehyung didn't get impatient with you, instead being very understanding of the fact that he already turned you brainless without even really touching you. He moved a centimeter closer, his lips barely brushing against yours, like the particles that made up both of you were just passing by. "Do you want this?"

Your mind was in static mode again as Taehyung pulled one of your hands up to his chest, letting you feel his heartbeat against your palm. 

"You want me and Kookie?" Taehyung questioned further, clarifying. "I think we both made it very clear we want you."

Never in your life had you guessed your best friend would say that. You slowly came to terms that this very much wasn't a dream, and that Taehyung was actually saying this to you. "You want me?"

"I'll want you any way I can have you," Taehyung emphasized, a soft smile on his face. "Even with Kook."

"I... I can't believe you'd both..."

"Kook understands," he said, moving his lips closer to your pulse point below your ear. "He's wanted this longer than you'd think." His breath tickled your neck, and you shivered. "I'm more curious about how long you've wanted this."

You shuddered and found yourself pulling him closer, wanting to feel more than just his lips lightly brushing against you, teasing you when Jungkook could be here in less than half an hour. How long had he known? Had he always been observant, and you just projected some oblivious facade onto him?

"You mean longer than the bathroom?"

Taehyung’s gaze drifted down to your lips. "Did you?"

"I... maybe." You wanted to be flirtier, more enticing, but you were still somewhat in shock due to recent revelations. You were too stunned to even try to act sexy right now. "I feel like I'm suddenly discovering new things about you."

"There's a lot of things you're about to figure out. Just ask."

"How is it you know what I want?"

"Because, I know exactly how you feel about me," he purred in your ear, moving a lock of hair behind it. You held your breath when you felt the tip of his nose along your neck, so close, raising goosebumps. "I always have..." He dipped his head lower, pressing a small, soft kiss at the center of your neck. "I know how you feel about Jungkook, too."

You knew there was no way he could miss the way you gulped at that.

"Constantly fighting with him, building up so much frustration... you wanna know he'd take it out on you, don't you?" He pressed his lips again at the base of your throat, sucking softly, whispering the dirty secret into your skin. "Wanna know how I'd tell him to do it?"

"Fuck." You couldn't deny the wave of heat that flooded to your core with his words.

He chuckled, watching you fight back against the urge of curling in on yourself with how aroused you were. His hands gripped your waist tighter as he slowly got off the couch to move in front of you, lips ghosting over the center of your ribcage as he traveled down your body. "Want me to show you?"

"Where's all t-this coming from?" You breathlessly smiled, still trying to grasp the fact that this was all real, and not a serious maladaptive daydreaming episode. Taehyung was always so sweet, so respectful. How were you supposed to predict this side of him?

"From you telling me you want my best friend and I to fuck you," he hissed, giving a small nip now just to have you feel the sting of his teeth on your skin instead.

"You m-made me say it!"

"Yeah? I'll make you beg for it too." He rose up to your face, brushing your hair out of the way so he could look into your eyes properly. "Tell me what you want, pretty girl."

His hand slid up to your neck, not tight, but present, like he wanted to measure your heartbeat himself to make sure you wouldn't lie to him.

You licked your lips, trying to swallow down your doubts of courage. The feeling of being so vulnerable to him in this context was baffling.

"I want for both you and Jungkook to fuck me. Happy?" You managed to spit out the words, cheeks burning with embarrassment.

Taehyung let out a wicked grin, whistling at your attitude. "Oh? Talk back, don't we? Yeah, Kook will fucking love you."

He finally pressed his lips against yours, hand sliding up to the base of your head , fingers tangling into your roots and keeping you locked in place as he devoured you, making sure your head wouldn't hurt from being pressed against the back of the couch. He wasn't tender or sweet, the way you probably would've predicted and fantasized about when you first met him, and the small budding crush you had on his cute features hadn't warped into something darker, more lustful. No, he was sure of his movements, kissing you with purpose, actions deliberate as he moved with noticeable skill that could only come from practice. His tongue slid against yours with an ease that made your knees weak. 

Taehyung was infuriatingly good at kissing you. You supposed it was to be expected, with how much action he probably saw, face like that and all, but still. He had this way of kissing you that made the rest of the world disappear, with only his hands on your face and his lips on yours to ground you. 

You eyes were fluttering shut, and soon you were both moving in tandem, finding a tune that only you two knew. The soft sounds of his lips smacking against yours filled the room, and the grip he had on your roots, pulling your hair properly this time, was driving you crazy.

"Please," you gasped the word into his mouth. He groaned and kissed you some more, his hand tightening as he pressed you further against him. You gripped onto his shirt, the taste of him so irresistible you forgot completely that he was your best friend, and you shouldn't be doing what you're about to with his best friend too.

You subconsciously spread your legs, drawing Taehyung in so you could grind your core against his.

He chuckled into your mouth, one hand moving down to your hip to pin you down and deny you. "Needy little thing, aren't you? We're just getting started. Let me take my time with you."

You wanted to scream at him that you two didn't exactly have time, but found your brain back to mush the moment he began kissing you again, lowering his hips to yours to slowly press his heat against you. His hand stayed on your hip, halting movement from you so that he could control the gradual pace, teasing and torturous as you felt the warmth of his body against yours. It felt so good to be pinned beneath him already, in his arms, like you two were made to fit together.

You moaned against his lips when the fabric of his jeans hit your clit in a particularly delicious fashion. He growled in response, hand cupping your chin better to angle your face a little more to the side, deepening the kiss as he slid his tongue in, letting it coax your lips along with his. He licked his way into your mouth, greedily swallowing more of your moans as the hand on your hip drifted down to your thigh, hitching it over his own hip to grind more securely against you. 

He rolled his hips, pressing you further against the couch as you felt him get harder against you, his hand tightening against your thigh as he tried to pull you impossibly closer to him.

"So fucking good," he rasped against your lips, mind spinning at all the soft, weak little sounds that escaped you. "Can't believe I finally get to have you like this."

You kissed him harder, hands pressed against his face, wanting to memorize the feeling of his cheekbones against your fingertips. You gripped onto his hair, his shirt, anywhere you could reach, try to rock back against his hips and fully feel the bulge pressed against your pussy.

"Fuck, Taehyung..."

"Mmf, say that again." He bit your lip before pulling back.

He pressed up at an angle that hit the sweet spot against your clit, and you had no choice but to obey. "Taehyung!"

"Shit, you sound so whiny." He buried his head into the crook of your neck, sinking his teeth into the skin just to hear another pathetic sound leave your mouth. He sucked hard, and you knew it'd leave a mark. "Kook’s gonna lose his mind," he groaned into you.

You threw your head back, your hips quickening against him. "Hee, please, do something."

He snarled at your impatience, nipping at your neck again in punishment before smacking your thigh. "Be patient," he grit, blunt nails raking over where he slapped you. "You're mine right now, remember?"

You nodded, a shiver running up your spine as his fingers trailed further down your leg before going back up higher and higher, ghosting over the fabric of your underwear.

His thumb brushed over the lace of your panties, and he bit his lip in anticipation. "Shit, I don't think you even know what's coming."

You canted your hips to receive more of his touch. "M-Meaning?"

"Meaning I need to start getting you ready for when Kook arrives," Tae said. He pulled on the waistband, dragging them down your legs and discarding them to the floor. "I need to make sure you're wet enough for both of us."

Hearing your best friend talk so dirty was enough to send your mind into a tizzy. You grabbed his hand and pressed him right against your sex, eager to not waste time and see how much he can offer you in twenty minutes. Taehyung took the hint, fingers sliding up and down, getting a feel for the glide and slick you've already produced.

"Shit, you're so wet already," Taehyung said in awe, lips parted as he admired the shine on his fingers from you. "Are you excited?"

"O-Obviously." You were barely able to contain the whine when he slides a digit inside, curling it up to search for your g-spot. "It's not every day a girl gets propositioned by a hot guy, let alone two."

He quirked a brow. "Oh? You think we're hot?"

Your cheeks shouldn't burn this much from stating the obvious. "I mean... you're not bad to look at. Don't let it get to your head."

Taehyung’s grin only widened. "And Jungkook?"

You glanced away, squirming a bit as you felt him find the sweet spot inside of you. "He's f-fine I guess."

"Look at you, getting so flustered," Taehyung cooed, bending down to peck at the flush in your cheeks. "You can admit you want him, baby. It's ok."

Hearing your best friend call you "baby" in this context was something else entirely. Before it always felt so casual, something you couldn't read into. Now he was saying it like you were his. Suddenly your hips were bucking against his hand more, your body beginning to take control of your mind.

He was speeding up, and your mind was steadily beginning to melt. "I-I—"

You felt more pressure build up as Taehyung slid in another finger, the wet squelching sounds of your pussy starting to get louder.

"You can tell him when he gets here," Taehyung whispered against your lips, wanting a front row seat to all of your pathetic whimpers and moans while they were still just for him. "He'll be thrilled."

Another whine escaped your lips from Taehyung’s ministrations.

"Fuck, why are you so good at this?" You muttered half to yourself, in disbelief that Taehyung was already making you feel better within five minutes than your ex did in five months.

He sucked against your neck, purposefully marking you, humming against the skin as he sloppily thrust his fingers inside. "Mm, you're just easy to ruin. You can't even hide how turned on you are."

You felt heat pool down into your abdomen, your tells showing. "Tae, I'm getting close."

To your dismay he pulled his fingers out of you, giving the side of your neck sweet kisses in apology. "Not yet. You'll need to wait."

He swallowed your whine of frustration, cradling your face in his hands and kissing you, the glide of his tongue against yours somewhat distracting you from the ache left between your legs. His kiss was wet, using just enough tongue for it to feel filthy, making sure you memorized the way he tasted.

Once your orgasm had surely died down he kissed his way down your jaw and your chest, getting on his knees, face all the way down to your now neglected pussy. He sighed with content when he saw how needy and wound up you already were, your body begging him to break it in properly. He couldn't help himself, giving your sex a sweet kiss as well, mouth trapping your clit and giving it the attention it was so desperate for.

Your back arched off the couch as Taehyung began eating you out, the wet muscle traveling between your folds and lapping at all you had to offer, his jaw widening so he could feel more of you. He moaned, and the vibrations made you buck against his mouth. He pinned you down firmly, throwing an arm over your hips, sucking on your clit reverently. Burying your hand in his hair, you let yourself get lost in the pleasure, his tongue dragging along you.

You looked down at him, his lashes long, kissing the apples of his cheeks as he focused on your taste, your breathy whimpers, the way your thighs twitched next to his head when he focused his tongue on the spot right beneath your clit.

"Fu-uck," you moaned, your nails scratching against his scalp as he got you close to the edge again. "Feels so good, Tae."

He moaned into you again in response, making you dig your heels into his back.

Pleasure pooled down to your abdomen, and you felt your abs begin to tighten. Before you could even think about hiding your orgasm from Taehyung, he's pulling away, making you shiver with the cold air against your hitting your bare cunt.

"No!" You whined, losing your grip on his hair as he rose up, rubbing your thighs in apology as he planted his lips to yours, replacing your complaints with the taste of yourself. His hand came up to your throat, not tight, but enough pressure for you to want to lean into it.

Taehyung didn't stop kissing you until your protests died and your muscles relaxed again, and you were just a desperate, breathless mess beneath him. 

When he finally let you have air, your eyes were glossy with the second lost orgasm. You slumped over and laid on the couch, panting with tear-brimmed eyes, frustrated beyond belief.

Taehyung gave an apologetic look, like if it were up to him, you'd be cumming your brains out by now.

"Poor baby." He pouted along with you, hand traveling down to gently caress at your folds, spreading them between his fingers and feeling how wet and denied you were. "Bet it hurts so bad, doesn't it?"

You nodded, squirming under his touch, wanting so badly to cum against his fingers.

He didn't give you hope yet, though, sliding his hand up to your lower belly. "It'll feel better soon," he promised, slowly pushing down and applying more pressure. "It'll feel really good once me and Kook are right here."

You gasped, biting your lip at the thought of them that deep inside you.

As if on cue, the front door opened, revealing a panting Jeon Jungkook.

"That couldn't have been thirty minutes," Taehyung laughed, rolling off you as Jungkook strolled closer to you two, his eyes devouring the sight of you teary eyed, cunt exposed and swollen, ready to be taken. His chest rose and fell as he breathed heavily, nostrils flaring as he stared at you with hooded eyes. The lust was palpable, every muscle in his body appearing tight, tense at seeing you so vulnerable already. Taehyung moved behind you, propping you up so your back was against his chest, adding to Jungkook’s view.

"I may have sped a little," Jungkook admitted, biting his lower lip. His eyes never left you, as though he were transfixed. "And used the stairs instead of the elevator."

Taehyung squeezed your face, grinning down at you, like he understood Jungkook’s obsession unquestionably. "Hear that baby? You're not the only desperate one."

Your eyes locked with Jungkook, whose gaze was intense and made it impossible for you to look away.

Jungkook cautiously raised a hand to your knee, slowly tracing upward as you shivered under his touch. "Has she cum yet?"

"Not yet. I've been edging her. Figured you wouldn't want to miss it." Taehyung moved your hair to the side to kiss your neck, pulling one of your thighs to the side to open you up more for Jungkook. "She does this cute little whine whenever she's close."

Your cheeks flushed, and your thighs twitched in response. "J-Just hurry up and fucking touch me already."

Jungkook bit the inside of his cheek, and before you knew it he landed a sharp slap right against your cunt.

"Fuck!" Your back arched, your hips bucking until Jungkook roughly slammed them back down, planting another smack against your swollen folds.

"Is that how we ask for things?"

"It's how I—fuck!" You couldn't hold back the pornographic moan that tumbled out of your lips as Jungkook did it again, though this time rubbing your clit after, as though to blur the pain into pleasure.

"Such a mouth on you still." Jungkook clicked his tongue, as though disappointed. "Taehyung didn't teach you manners while I was on my way?"

"We didn't have much time for our lesson," Taehyung excused, pulling your shirt further up your torso to run his hand over your exposed skin, his touch gentle in contrast to Jungkook’s. "She's still learning."

"How many times did you edge her?" Jungkook trapped your clit between two of his fingers, applying pressure on the tiny bud to watch you gasp.

"Twice." Taehyung raised the shirt over your tits now, trapping a nipple between his digits similar to Jungkook.

"Wanna go for a third, princess?" Kook slapped your cunt again, making you cry out and shake your head, desperate just the way Taehyung described. Still, your reaction every time he strikes your pussy was noticeable.

Jungkook wasn't going to let you live it down.

"You like when I slap your little pussy don't you? Don't tell me we've got a painslut on our hands."

Your cheeks burned at the term, and your breath caught with embarrassment. Both could see it all over your face that you were getting hot and bothered by how he treated you.

Jungkook chuckled a bit at that. "Then be a good girl for us, and maybe, just maybe, we'll let you cum."

Your eyes watered even more, but even then, you nodded in agreement, now under the mercy of two men.

Jungkook smirked, victorious. "Atta girl."

"You should feel how tight she is," Taehyung suggested, giving a reassuring squeeze.

Jungkook finally sank two fingers into you, making your breath hitch. Jungkook’s gaze darkened, already imagining how your walls would squeeze his cock. "Fuck, what a tight little slut."

Your thighs twitched at the name, and both men took a mental note your reaction to being degraded. 

Jungkook started curling his fingers inside of you,  pressing against your g-spot, having the heel of his palm press deep against your clit. He licked his lips, eyes flickering between your pussy and your face, examining your open mouth and your small mewls as he started to work up what Taehyung started, the wet sounds of his digits inside of you filling the room.

"Fuck, you're so fucking wet. Tae must've really worked you up, huh?" Jungkook purred, sliding in a third digit easily, not missing how your eyes started to roll back as he stretched you out. "Bet you've been dreaming of this since the party."

"S-Shut up," you stammered out. "Says the one who was forming a boner."

"Yeah?" Jungkook started increasing the power of his thrusts, veins starting to pop out of his forearm as he did so. "Why don't you just shut up and let out more of those pretty moans?"

"Why don't you—" 

Your words were cut off but Taehyung pressing his two middle digits against your tongue, rendering you silent.

"Now now, play nice you two," Tae chastised, shaking his head. "I thought my baby agreed to be good, no?"

He slipped his fingers out of your mouth, earning a glare.

"Come here." Taehyung pulled your jaw to face him, kissing you and muffling any insults you had to throw at Jungkook. His tongue glided against yours, quelling your anger and making you buck up needily against the younger man's hand.

When you broke apart, you weren't even given a second to breathe, Jungkook’s large hand being the one holding your face now, focusing your attention back onto him.

"What? No kiss for Kookie?" He grinned at your scowl. "Or is Tae’s baby too good for it?"

"Give him a kiss, baby," Taehyung encouraged. "Let me watch."

You licked your lips, only allowing for a moment of trepidation before leaning into Jungkook. His lips met yours readily, hungry as he kissed you, the pace of his fingers quickening with every stroke. He growled when you moaned against his mouth, grinding his palm firmer against your clit in reward. He pressed his mouth against you like he was trying to brand you with his kiss, make you feel it even after he was gone.

He slipped his tongue inside your mouth, demanding, his other hand sliding into the roots at the back of your head, angling your face just how he liked so he could kiss you deeper. He groaned as you whimpered against him, trying to keep up a good fight. He made it look too easy, the effortless way his mouth dominated yours bringing you to shame. He sucked on your tongue a bit, the helpless sound you made in response only making him harder.

When he broke away you were both left staring at one another, gathering breath, analyzing the blown out pupils of one another.

This was Jeon Jungkook. The man you were constantly fighting for Taehyung’s attention. The one you couldn't spend five minutes with without starting an argument.

You weren't sure which one of you leaned in first, but suddenly you were both slamming your mouths against each other again, but this time hungrier. More desperate. There was a carnal desire in how Jungkook kissed you now, like he wanted to eat you and make you cry for every bullshit fight you put up against him.

Taehyung was mesmerized, his eyes never leaving you and Jungkook as you clung onto the younger, trying to bring him closer to you, clawing at his clothes as you expressed your pent up sexual frustration through the kiss. Taehyung’s hand slid down between you and Jungkook’s, his digits playing with your clit. You whined against Jungkook’s mouth, your orgasm starting to approach.

You broke away from the kiss, whining just like promised. "Please let me cum this time, please!"

Jungkook chuckled at how easy you were to break this time, purposefully slamming his fingers against the sweet spot inside of you repeatedly. "Aw, should I? But you were being such a brat earlier."

"Let her cum," Taehyung crooned, sympathizing with you. "She's got a lot ahead of her."

Jungkook always did have a habit of going along with Taehyung’s desires.

But he wasn't going to be nice about it.

"You hear that?" Jungkook scoffed, grabbing your face and bringing you close to his, his eye contact intense as he studied your pitiful expression. "Congratulations, sweetheart. You get to cum until your brain fucking melts."

You arched against Taehyung as Jungkook jackhammered his fingers into your cunt, right behind the spot where Taehyung was still toying with your clit. Tae doubled his efforts, pressing down harder, making sure to give attention to the spot right underneath that had your toes curling. Your thighs began to shake as your orgasm overtook you, and suddenly clear liquid was gushing all over both of their fingers.

Jungkook’s jaw dropped open, watching you squirt against both of their hands. He was completely enraptured, mouth dropping open in awe as he watched you shake like a leaf.

"Fuck, that's it, make a mess for me. Make a mess all over Kookie’s fingers," he muttered to himself.

You couldn't stop it, the pleasure coming over you like a tidal wave. You gripped onto both of them to steady yourself, droplets flying out of you as you shook. Neither man stopped, both continuing until you were drained of every last drop, eventually slumping over against Taehyung, the aftershocks of your orgasm riding it's course along your thighs until it was no more. 

Both men pulled their hands away, your legs giving residual twitches at the sensation.

"I... I think I ruined the couch.." Your voice had that breathless, cute little whine that made it impossible for anyone to be mad.

Not they would be in the first place.

"You did perfect baby." Taehyung kissed the corner of your mouth. "It's about to get a lot messier anyways."

You were limp and complaint as they both maneuvered you onto all fours, the dark stain forming on the couch mocking from beneath you. Taehyung yanked off his clothes behind you, shedding each article one by one.

The tip of Tae’s cock nudged along your entrance, sliding up and down your folds and catching at your clit every time he wanted to watch you cringe from sensitivity. Soon the small shocks would stop, and when you stopped tensing he focused more on your hole, slowly breaching it. It gave way, letting him push inside the first inch.

You held your breath as he started to get the entire tip inside, your walls stretching despite Kook’s thick fingers. Jungkook cradled your face in his hands, observing your struggle.

"Poor thing. You look like you're about to cry any second."

He leaned in, kissing you when Taehyung got past the tip, now slipping another inch inside you. Kook’s lips were a good distraction, letting you focus on the natural instinct to follow his flow instead of the overwhelming sensation of Taehyung filling you up. Jungkook slipped a hand down your body, gently twirling his fingers around your clit, coaxing you to let more of Tae in.

"That's it. Let him in. Let him stretch you out so I can have my turn. I'm not allowed to fuck you until after. "

You moaned against his lips. "Mmf— who says?"

You could feel him smile, like you had been let in on a shared secret.

 "We made a deal after the party." Taehyung hissed from behind as he sank further into you. "But we had been thinking about it for a while." 

You furrowed your brows, trying to form a coherent sentence and not focus on how good Taehyung was stretching you out right now. "W-What deal?"

Taehyung smirked at the expression you wore as he pushed in more, now over halfway inside. "That if we did this..." Both of you let out a strangled noise of pleasure when he bottomed out inside you, his balls now flush against your cunt. "I get first dibs."

Jungkook laughed, patting your cheek condescendingly. "Bro code."

That's when it dawned on you that you had fallen into Tae’s trap, just as he planned. The moment you asked the question, it was game over for you.

Taehyung pulled back some, giving a few experimental, shallow thrusts, letting you get used to the feeling of him. Eventually you stopped tensing up, loosening as you became accustomed to the sensation, your nerves coming alight as he started to go deeper.

"How's that dick feel, baby?" Jungkook mocked you with the pet name, combing his fingers through your hair in faux comfort, keeping your face angled up so he could drink in every expression you couldn't hide. "Is it just like you've always imagined?"

"Fu-uck you." Your jab lacked it's usual venom, instead becoming breathy at the end as Taehyung hit a sweet spot.

"Ask nicely," Jungkook bit back.

You were about to respond when Taehyung’s hand jotted out in front of you, grabbing Jungkook by the nape and pressing his mouth against yours, forcing the two of you to kiss to stop your bickering.

"Behave, both of you," Taehyung scolded, gritting it out as he started using longer strokes, letting you feel how long and deep he was every time he pulled out to the tip to thrust back in to the hilt. 

Jungkook seemed to melt against your mouth, not even arguing with Taehyung as he moved his lips against yours. Every moan that escaped your mouth and into his he took greedily, tilting his head to the right to kiss you thoroughly as each of Taehyung’s thrusts pressed you closer together.

Taehyung really was such a good mediator.

You broke away for a breath of air, glaring at Jungkook and his swollen, pouty lips. He glared back, though it seemed to be because you pulled away when he didn't get his fill of kissing you.

"I still hate you," you said, though the words have no bite. Not when each one comes out breathless and weak along with Taehyung’s strokes. Not when you give Jungkook that stare that lets him know that even if you did hate him, you wanted him in equal measure.

"C'mere. You don't need to talk anymore." Jungkook grabbed your face, making you arch your back further as he started kissing you again, unashamed with the wet, sloppy sounds of your lips smacking together or the low growls that emanated from his chest.

You two stayed making out for a moment, your lips repeatedly crashing against his as Taehyung rocked you back and forth on his cock. Neither of you seemed to mind, though, both breathless and panting into each other's mouths in a mess of tongue and teeth, and you desperately grasped onto Kook for stability. Kook sucked on your tongue, moaning when he felt you melt in his arms.

He finally let you go, pulling off his shirt, hands moving to his pants and pulling his flushed, aching cock out with little finesse. He's about the same size as Taehyung, and your jaw already began to ache as you examined the challenging girth.

Jungkook tapped the tip of his cock against your pouty lips. "C'mon, open that bratty mouth. There's a good girl."

You gave a gentle kiss to the head, and then another, opening your mouth more with each one as you started using your tongue, slowly making out with it the way you would either of them. You closed your eyes, suckling on it a bit, the same way he did on the tip of your tongue earlier.

Jungkook seemed to be enamored with the sight, jaw dropping open as you slowly progressed to kitten licks, peering up with them with the faux innocent look that only got him harder.

He muttered under his breath, curling his fingers into the roots of your hair and slowly pressing you down further.

You complied as he pushed your head down, opening your mouth greater as the full head was suctioned by your lips. 

Jungkook hissed when you flicked your tongue on the underside of his cock where the head met the shaft, and he slowly sank you down further, the gradual slide of your throat down on him making his toes curl.

Jungkook tossed his head back, feeling your throat suction around him as he start to fuck it properly. "Oh shit. Don't stop, just like that baby. Fuck, you're so good at this. Your mouth feels so fucking good."

He was decent enough to give a slow pace, following along with Taehyung who did the same in order for you to get used to being filled from both ends. Jungkook did his best not to buck into your mouth or push too far into the back of your throat. It started to get harder when Taehyung started fucking you faster, though, your body naturally being pushed forward again and again, making you gag further and further down Jungkook’s cock until his eyes were rolling to the back of his throat.

"Holy shit," Taehyung moaned, slapping your ass thrice in quick succession. "My baby's being such a good whore for us, isn't she? Fuck, yes, take it. Suck that dick baby, c'mon."

Fuck, hearing Tae of all people start moaning that you're a whore was spurring Jungkook on. Slowly his concerns and restraint of getting you used to two cocks melted away. You seemed to be a natural already, and Kook was always the type to tease and bully what he was secretly fond of. Taehyung was well aware. How else do you break in a toy?

"Look at me. You want both of us? You want to be a greedy little slut for one night?" Jungkook moaned, hand cradling your throat to feel how he moved inside of it. "'Course you do."

Taehyung slapped your ass again, your yelp muffled around Jungkook’s cock. Taehyung’s hooded gaze stayed glued on how your ass would ripple against his hips with every snap. Every time he looked up he'd see Jungkook’s bottom lip trapped between his teeth, the beads of sweat forming on his forehead, the way his eyes never left your face as he tangled his digits into roots.

His grip tightened on your hair as he bobbed your head up and down, Taehyung’s thrusts pushing you further down on both of them from either end.

"Fuck, you're both so fucking hot," Taehyung growled. "Such a good slut, taking our cocks like this. You're such a good girl."

 Jungkook grinned, looking down at your pathetic form, forced to take everything they had to offer. Your face was so flushed, your eyes trying to look up at Jungkook’s without rolling back. When he looked up at his best friend he saw his his hands digging into your waist to pull you closer, how his dark stare devoured the view, how his eyes kept meeting Jungkook’s to see if he was also losing his mind. He was. "How does his dick feel? Is he hitting the spot you need?"

You moaned in response, unable to give a clearer answer due to how thoroughly he was using your mouth.

Jungkook pulled you off for a moment, letting you moan out loud now in tune with Taeh thrusts. He tightened the fist in your roots, angling your head to look up at his cocky grin from above.

"You want me to hit it too?"

You bit your lower lip and grinned in confirmation, finally smiling along with him for once. It melted away though into a face of pleasure as Taehyung’s hand came around to your front, toying with your clit as his staccato thrusts picked up rhythm.

"Fuck, I'm fucking close," he moaned. "Need to feel you cum around me. Need to feel everything. Need—"

Taehyung’s words were cut off by Jungkook’s free hand grabbing his nape and pulling him in, slamming their lips above you. Jungkook slipped his tongue inside, eyes closed as he angled his head to deepen the kiss, swallowing Taehyung’s moans.

Taehyung grunted in Jungkook’s mouth, panting as his thrusts got sloppier and his digits rubbed harder against your clit. Jungkook’s hold on your roots was firm, keeping your neck craned, forcing you to watch how their tongues tangled together and listen to their lips smack, Taehyung’s groans turning into whines as he got closer to the edge, all being devoured by Jungkook.

It was too much, and before you knew it your cunt was spasming around Taehyung’s cock, cries muffled around Jungkook’s. 

Taehyung couldn't last much longer, hips stuttering as he felt you cum around him, his whimper against Jungkook’s tongue delicious as he buried himself as deep as he could, cumming inside you.

The two men finally broke apart, a spit of string still connecting them before snapping, leaving both breathless with parted, swollen lips.

Taehyung tried to recollect himself, garner his breath, try to regain some semblance of self. Slowly he pulled out of you, both of you winching at the sensation. You collapsed down onto the couch, a boneless heap. Slowly, white appeared at your entrance, Taehyung’s cum beginning to slowly trickle out of you.

"Fuck... look at that." Jungkook reached over and spread your folds, more cum dribbling out. He put a finger in, coating it in Taehyung and you, pumping it in and out, watching you shiver with sensitivity. "Can you take more?"

"Mmfuck," you whined in response, hips wiggling. Whether you were chasing Jungkook’s digit or running from it, you couldn't tell.

"C'mon, baby. Let Kookie fuck you good. It's about time you both start getting along," Taehyung cooed, running a comforting hand up and down your thigh to ground you.

Jungkook added another digit again, watching your face contort in pleasure as you squeezed your eyes shut. "Don't you want to make it up to me? All those times you were an annoying brat?"

Taehyung smiled, hand going up to comb your hair out of your face, his deceiptively sweet face reassuring you. "It's time for you two to fuck it out."

You nodded, and soon Jungkook was repositioning you onto your back, spreading your legs wider, pushing one of your legs up and over his arm, positioning the head of his cock at your entrance. Slowly, he pushed in, with both of you sucking in a deep breath. You grabbed onto the arm holding up your leg, biting your lip as he buried in hilt deep. Despite how open Taehyung fucked you, you still felt tight as ever around Jungkook, and you could feel him right up in your guts the way Taehyung promised.

Jungkook bit his lip hard, trying (and failing) to contain his grunt as he sank into your heat. 

"Holy shit. You feel better than I dreamed."

He gave a small, experimental thrust of his hips, examining how your breath hitched and your thighs clenched. Here you were, fucking the man who annoyed you most, who you were always fighting for Tae’s attention. You supposed this was a good way for both of you to get it at the same time, Taehyung utterly entranced as he watched Jungkook’s first few strokes inside of you.

More of Taehyung’s cum spilled out of you as Jungkook’s pushed further in, the first slide going much smoother due to how much Taehyung filled you up.

Jungkook’s pumps were shallow at first, noticing your small winces from overstimulation and possible soreness. Judging by the slight rasp in your voice that's already started to appear, you were going to need a bit of a recovery period after tonight.

Taehyung was growing impatient, however, believing Jungkook should've came in you closer to yesterday. He was eager to see you filled to the brim with both him and Jungkook, to see Jungkook’s cock limp and drained because of you. And here the two of you were, wasting time like always when you could be fucking each other's brains out.

"What, don't tell me you're scared of her now Kook? After all that talk?" Taehyung laughed, clapping Jungkook on the back of his nape, pulling him close. "Thought you wanted to fuck her?"

That got Jungkook going a bit, his next thrust sharper than the sloppy, slow rolls he was giving before. Your breath hitched, the sensitive spot inside you slowly drawing in heat. 

"Just—" Jungkook bit his lip, trying to control himself despite the devil at his shoulder. "Don't want it to hurt."

The laugh Taehyung barked out made him feel silly.

The grin Tae gave you bordered on menacing, like he was reaching his wits end. "Did you forget already?" The sharp smack he delivered to your swollen folds had you curl into on yourself, clamping down on Jungkook and causing him to rut harder into you, trying to sink deeper in. "She likes it."

Tae’s words woke Jungkook up from his worrisome daze, and he drinks in your expression from Taehyung’s action. The way your eyes watered and your lower lip trembled, but also the way you opened your legs further, as though asking for more.

The word pops up in Jungkook’s head again.

"Painslut," he growled.

Taehyung grinned wickedly as Jungkook began to properly pull his hips back, no longer restraining himself and delivering sharp, heavy thrusts that had his balls clapping against your cheeks. The plap plap plap accompanied by the wet gush of your pussy repeatedly swallowing his cock, as well as the pornographic noises you were both omitting, was music to Tae’s hears.

Both of you were staring at each other with such intensity, eyes never leaving one another's as Jungkook drilled into you, mouth dropping open with yours as you both experienced mind-numbing pleasure with each other for the first time when you were supposed to hate each other.

Taehyung could practically taste the mixed emotions from both of you in the air, and he lived off of it.

"Fuck her open." Taehyung bit his lip, watching Jungkook pull back and roughly slam into you again. "Harder. Make sure she feels it."

Jungkook furrowed his brows, delivering a harder thrust, savoring the moan that escaped you as he reached in deeper, tip hitting right against the spot that had you feeling weak.

Taehyung sucked in a breath. "That's it. Now you're doing it. Just look how wet she is for you."

You felt Jungkook twitch inside you at that. Taehyung’s commentary was doing wonders for both you and Jungkook, both of you getting seemingly more flushed. Kook’s thrusts quickened, his enthusiasm showing as he repeatedly hit that spot that had you gasping again and again and again.

"Fuck." Jungkook grunted, his grip on your waist tightening as he pumped inside. "Feel that? Feel how deep I am?"

He emphasized his question with a brutal thrust that had you scrambling for purchase, grabbing onto Taehyung as your body began to move with Jungkook’s. "Yes, K-Kook!"

"Fuck yeah you do. You love this, don't you? Love letting me use you like a little slut." Jungkook groaned, watching the bulge protruding from your lower abdomen. "Still hate me?"

"Yes," you spat out bitterly, your pride still clinging on in some semblance as Kook started pounding into you.

Both Taehyung and Jungkook laughed, and it only made your cheeks burn hotter.

"No you don't." Jungkook landed a smack against your pussy, feeling you clench around him in response. "Holy shit, you got so tight. C'mon, squeeze me baby. Show me how much this pussy loves me."

The cry you let out was pathetic, unwittingly obeying his command as your walls contracted around him.

"There we go. That's a good girl. So you can listen."

Taehyung hummed, enjoying the sight before him, watching both of you slowly unravel in each other. He saw it coming a mile away. He was just glad he got to see it finally happen first hand.

"I'm just so glad to see my best friends finally getting along." He pressed a kiss against your cheek, the action surprisingly tender given the filth of the situation. He pulled back, moving behind Jungkook so he could watch the view from his friend's perspective.

Both men watched how coated Jungkook’s cock was in Tae’s cum, the white glistening along his shaft every time he pulled back. Taehyung’s cum helped make the glide easier, extra lubricant added on top of your already dripping wet pussy. You could feel the wetness coating your inner thighs, and wouldn't be surprised if the surface area only grew as Jungkook continued using you like this.

"Fuck, that's so hot," Jungkook moaned, tossing his head back and drilling into you with more fervor, veins popping along his forearms as he slammed his hips against yours. "You're so hot. 'Course a pretty girl like you likes being fucked like a slut."

"So pretty," Taehyung agreed, biting his lip, eyes glued to where both of you were joined. "You're both so fucking hot."

He tilted Jungkook’s chin, turning him to face him as he planted his lips against the younger. Jungkook was responsive to say the least, pressing against Taehyung harder, his hips stuttering for a moment as his brain tried to keep up. Taehyung’s other hand slid down Jungkook’s abs, raking his nails along them to make Jungkook shiver and open his mouth wider.

Jungkook panted, his thrusts getting sloppier as he moaned into Taehyung’s mouth. You could see glimpses of their tongues dancing together with every part of their lips, the whimpers that Taehyung swallowed only driving you closer to the edge. Hearing Kook’s soft pants and moans, muffled against Tae’s lips as he held his face tight in his hand, not letting him free for even a second even as he grew breathless and his whines turned needy, was enough masturbation material for a lifetime.

"Fuck fuck fuck, I'm close," Jungkook moaned against Taehyung’s mouth, the words barely decipherable with how Taehyung was devouring him. He whimpered, the sounds getting cut off or replaced with the sound of smacking lips, Taehyung’s grip firm and unrelenting.

Taehyung finally let Jungkook go, letting the younger man moan and suck in deep, greedy breaths of air. Taehyung’s lips were shiny and swollen, and he stared down at where Jungkook was absolutely destroying you, his thrusts starting to get sloppier with every pump. "Cum inside."

Jungkook’s eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck—"

Taehyung looked down at you, where your eyes nearly crossed with Jungkook abusing your g-spot, the prospect of being filled up by your biggest annoyance making your back arch against the cushions.

"You want it, right?" Taehyung reached up and pressed his hand down on your lower abdomen, feeling his best friend through the barrier. "I can feel how deep Kook is inside you. You want it right here, right? Right where I'm pressing."

He pushed harder, making both you and Jungkook cry out. "Yes! Please, please Kook. Cum in me. I'm so close."

Jungkook’s hand moved down to your clit, pressing demanding circles against it to drive you to insanity. "Cum for me then. Make your pussy beg for it."

Before you knew it you were doing exactly that.

"Fuck, that's it," Taehyung hissed. He leaned more of his weight on the hand pressing down on you, his grin mischievous and wicked. "Good girl."

The combined stimulation from both of them had you spasming around Kook, your walls involuntarily quaking and squeezing his girth as promised. Jungkook let out a guttural groan, your orgasm triggering his own as he hunched over you, his hips stuttering as he began to coat your insides.

You felt the warmth as he starts to fill you up, some gushing out of you already and between your cheeks. Taehyung stopped pressing down on your stomach and grabbed Jungkook’s ass, having him gasp and rut deeper, cockhead firmly pressed against the deepest spot inside of you.

"Keep fucking her," Tae commanded, his tone leaving no room for question.

Jungkook did as he was told, continuing to pump into you as you started to cringe from the overstimulation. Jungkook was too, his groans morphing into weak little whines as he let out every drop into you, fucking you still. You could see the mix of pain and pleasure in his face, his thrusts slowing down as his cock began to soften.

Taehyung squeezed. "Don't stop," he ordered. "Keep fucking her. Don't you dare stop."

Kook, the loyal, pathetic friend he was, obeyed. His weak, stuttering thrusts continued, overstimulating you both as his pelvis rocked against your clit. His pumps were shallower now, lacking the power from before, as though every thrust now took something out of him. Both of you were left breathless, staring into each other's eyes, tears brimming them as you both broke further under Taehyung’s command. The man watched with a shit eating grin, clearly pleased watching your glassy gazes.

Jungkook’s head dipped down, and it took every ounce of strength not to collapse on top of you, humping you slightly with what he had left to give, his hips stuttering and sloppy. You felt a tear fall on your collarbone as he whined, not stopping his movements until Taehyung gently pushed him back. 

Both you and Jungkook cringed as he finally pulled out, the white appearing immediately and trickling down on the sheets. Jungkook slumped over you, breathing heavily, burying his face in the crook of your neck as both of you finally got to come down from your highs.

It turned out, however, that Taehyung was the hardest to satisfy.

He sneered, pulling Jungkook off of you and scoffing at how he broke before you. 

"What are you doing? Clean her up since she's been so nice to you."

Taehyung gripped Jungkook by the roots, lifting his head and planting him face first into your used pussy.

Jungkook obeyed, squeezing his eyes shut as he opened his jaw wider, letting you melt in his mouth. He lapped up Tae’s and his own cum readily, humming with satisfaction, his ministrations becoming greedy. You cringed from the sensitivity, but Taehyung didn’t let you run from it, using a hand to pin you down as he leaned over you and kissed the pain away. You tried to focus on how his lips moved against yours, but still found yourself bucking against Kook’s mouth and whining into Taehyung’s.

Taehyung smiled, tightening his grip against Jungkook’s scalp as he pushed him harder against you, chuckling at the tears in your eyes.

"See baby? I'm having him make up for being so mean to you," Taehyung cooed. "What do we say?"

"T-thank you," you weakly stammered out, feeling the coil tighten for the last time.

"There we go. I'll even help."

He shoved your legs further apart to make room for himself, pushing Jungkook’s head lower so he could slide his tongue inside. You gasped when Taehyung’s mouth joined, the dual sensation of two tongues against you bringing you closer to an orgasm no matter how much your body screamed.

Jungkook rose his head up higher, tongue meshing against Taehyung’s as both slid over your clit, trapping it beneath the pressure of the two muscles. Neither man seemed to shy away from each other, and you could hear the wet smack of their lips against each other as they made out, your cunt acting as a third.

Your thighs trembled, the feeling of both of them at the same time, and the visual stimulus of their eyes peaking up at you from between your legs, made the final orgasm of the night especially satisfying. You gave what was left of yourself, seeing white and feeling as though you were floating for a moment. Slowly, you came back down, feeling their hands rub soothingly along your legs and waist.

Both were panting just as hard as you, their pink, swollen lips an enviable shade, glossed with orgasm who-even-knows. Taehyung had a smug, calm smile on his face, whereas Kook had heavy lids, exhaustion starting to set in his bones with how spent he now was.

Taehyung patted your head gently, a stark juxtaposition to his rough demeanor prior. "Back to Earth?" He quipped.

You nodded, post-millionth-nut clarity settling in as you realized your best friend and his just gave you the best sex of your life.

"I guess now I have a better answer for all of those people asking if we've fucked," you joked.

That earned a laugh from Taehyung, and even a grin from Jungkook, who was usually impervious to your quips.

"You're so cute." Whether or not Jungkook meant to say that intentionally was unclear, and you weren't given enough time to think about it because soon he was having you taste yourself on his lips. And him. And Taehyung.

Taehyung was absolutely thrilled watching his two best friends make out, fucking pervert that he is. Everything went just according to plan, even better than predicted, and now he could finally reap the rewards of all his hard work.

"See? I knew group bonding would be beneficial."

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🌷 I am always seated for your brat taming fics because they are ALWAYS 100% a masterclass! The bathroom zipper scene had me laughing out loud in public, frantically dimming my phone screen so no one saw the words "dick print" while I was waiting in line somewhere lmao.

The transition from oblivious best friend Taehyung to deliciously hot and dominant was spectacular. I was totally scammed into thinking he was just…cute and oblivious! He really was like a conductor leading this whole symphony of smut. And the dynamic with Jungkook is completely different but equally hot (since I'm a massive sucker for enemies to lovers). It’s amazing how the smut with each of them feels so distinct because the reader has such different history and tension with them individually. Thank you for sharing your talent with us!

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[marblboy-deactivated20241015]

so um, about @syblatortue ‘s fairy kiri,,, kirifly is quality

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Pumping you full of cum then making you get dressed so we can run errands all day while I drip out of you

[lifeattheboundary]

[buckygasm]

Jack abbot spitting in your mouth while he's got you under him in missionary cos you're begging him to let you cum cos you can't hold it anymore and you've been sooo good and he does it to stun you a little and it works, with you staring up at him with wide eyes, lips still parted. And hes smirking down his nose at you, rolling his hips into yours a gradually slower pace, letting the girth of him stretch you. And you're not really saying anything, you're just staring up at him kinda speechless. "What? Nothin' to say?" You shake your head, "yeah, s'what I thought."

[disneyshawty]

[lf-lewds]

Bowsette!

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[what-are-the-ethics-of-this]

FinnFlint - Meow /ᐠ• ˕ •マ

[azsazz]

If You Should Die Before You Wake

Azriel x Cassian x Rhysand x Reader

Summary: The High Lord takes you home, but you don’t expect his friends to join.

Warnings: SMUT!!! TW: spitting, choking, spanking, anal, asphyxiation, face/throat fucking, mxm, double penetration, reverse harem, dubious consent, explicit sex. 18+

Word Count: 7,192 

Notes: Since we all be in the poly!batboys mood, I asked @writingsbychlo a bunch of questions and this is what I’ve come up with for her responses. Everyone say thank you Chlo!

Some might say that this is too much smut, but I hope those someones aren’t here. 😉

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[disillusioned-phantasma]

“Oh Gods,” you moan as the High Lord’s mouth leaves yours in favor of licking at the dip of smooth skin beneath your ear. He teases the spot with a flick of his tongue, his heaving breath hot in your ear sends shivers down your spine as he sucks your earlobe into his mouth, teasing it with his teeth.

His large hand is warm where it’s holding your face, thumb hooked around your chin to keep your head turned away from him as he sucks a pretty purple painting into your neck with his mouth.

Your back arches off of the bed, pressing flush against his. It pins the other hand he has on your breast, teasing your sensitive nipple as he pairs the movements of his body with his erotic lips. His hips grind slowly into yours. You’re both bare and the High Lord has been teasing you for what feels like far too long, his cock gliding across your soaked cunt, teasing the tip of his head inside every once in a while to keep you just on the edge, a begging and needy mess beneath him.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head at the sensation, how he knows exactly where to press those sinful lips to get the reaction he wants; winding your legs around his waist to hold him close and twisting your fingers into his lush, black hair as you try to angle your hips so he might finally press his cock into you–

A lewd moan sounds from the other side of the wall and you go still.

Rhys is still licking a path across your body, the primal need to taste every inch of you is driving him wild. He doesn’t falter at the sound, has heard it and been the cause of it too many times to count, though his cock throbs in reaction to the sound and he grunts softly against your skin as he reaches your soft breasts. He buries his head between them, kissing and grabbing and pinching everywhere that he can until you’re moaning and pulling at his hair for him to stop.

He pauses, using those perfect muscles to slide back up your body, holding himself up over you. His pupils are dilated, so large that you can hardly see the dark violet ring of his eyes. Your attention is drawn to his bruised mouth when he licks over his lips, as if lapping up the remnants of the taste of you.

“What is it, darling?” His voice is hoarse already, strained with want.

“Did you hear that?” The question is hardly out of your mouth before you hear another sound, a bark of pleasure and a slap, muffled by the thin walls between rooms.

You knew that the High Lord might have some live-ins, but you hadn’t figured that members of his circle would be in his home when you’d agreed to return with him, or at least, you hadn’t figured their rooms would be so close to his.

Rhys reacts to the sound unconsciously, a shuddering breath and a buck of his hips against your warm cunt. It has the both of you gasping, the sensitivity of your sexes gliding together nearly eddies your mind.

His red lips curve into a dark grin. “Why don’t you go find out?” The look on his face is positively feral, like you’ve just planted a fantastic idea in his head. “I’ll stay here and try to keep myself from cumming at the thought of whatever you might find.”

You don’t get a chance to protest or tighten your grip because he’s pushing himself away from you, down your body to lap over your wet cunt, just a taste. You jolt, a squeal breaking free from your throat at the feeling. It gets caught when Rhys delivers a light slap to your throbbing sex before he’s gone, rolling over onto his back beside you.

You can’t help but stare at him splayed out next to you. He looks ethereal, his long body and toned muscles are immaculate even in the dim room. He thrives on the night, the shadows casting the most unique and delicious shapes across his form. His cock bobs with the movement and your mouth waters at the sight of it, sticky with precum where it rests against his stomach.

“Go on now, darling,” he purrs, studying the way that you’re looking at him. “Before I change my mind.”

You nod, eyes wide as you slip from the bed, following the order of your High Lord. You reach for a discarded shirt hanging off of the end of the bed but it turns into a pile of black mist that’s swept away with a caress of Rhysand’s hand. 

“You won’t be needing that,” is all Rhys says when you stare at him, mouth agape. If he could do that to a shirt with a simple flick of his hand, you don’t want to know what he could do if he actually tried. Shadowy claws send shivers up your spine.

Rhys gestures to the door and you hold your breath to stop yourself from flinching. You know that he wouldn’t hurt you, but he is still the High Lord, and now that you’ve seen a bit of what he can do, a part of you is weary.

The other part of you is dripping with arousal. 

You can’t help the utter intrigue for what’s going on on the other side of the wall. There’s the faint sound of skin slapping skin, the knocking of the headboard, and the sensual noises that go straight to your cunt.

Hand on the doorknob is where you falter. You want to find out what’s going on, but there’s a part of you that doesn’t want to intrude, wants to crawl right back under the muscular High Lord and let him do with you as he pleases. You’ll be a loyal follower as always.

You turn, lips parted to speak but the words fizzle out in your throat at the sight of Rhys. He’s still lying on the bed, but he’s lazily stroking his cock with one hand, the other tucked up behind his head for support. There’s something about the way he’s looking at you, the way he squeezes his cock at the base for every noise that seeps through the wall.

“Don’t worry, darling,” his sultry tone is overshadowed by his uneven breathing, “They won’t bite. Unless you ask them to.”

You slip from the room, legs kick starting at the sight of him laid out for you. You want to get back to him as soon as possible, need to get back to him as soon as possible, leaving the door ajar as you pad down the hall to the next room.

Keeping your footsteps near silent as you approach, you hear a soft groan. You cunt clenches around nothing. You’re half tempted to snake a hand down and touch yourself but a flash of the High Lord clouds your vision for a moment, his doing no doubt, and you take a final step forward.

The door is cracked – either an invitation or in haste – so you wedge a hand around the thick wood and push it open a few inches more. Just enough to see the bed. Just enough to see the two winged males. Just enough to see the shadows coiling around sculpted shoulders as he fucks into the male face down before him.

Your breath stalls in your chest at the sight, feet glued to their spots. The larger of the two – Cassian, Rhysand supplies in your mind, taking a peek through your eyes – is on his knees, ass perched high in the air. You hear Rhys make a soft grunt that carries down the hall. Cassian’s body looks like he’s been sculpted by one of the famous artists of Prythian and the continents beyond, with a well endowed cock to match. 

He’s massive, looks everything like a soldier would if it weren’t for the way his strong arms are splayed, thick rope clamping his hands to the posters of the bed. The rope is moving though and you squint as it constricts, causing the large male to curse. Shadows, you realize, like the ones swirling around the pair and creeping towards the door to inspect the newcomer.

“Right there, Az,” he groans, shoving himself back against the shadowsinger. Right onto the long cock shoved up his ass.

Az, the male behind him, is a masterpiece. His dark hair is disheveled, pushed back and sticking up in all different directions like someone had been pulling at it. Bruises mark his neck just like yours and his body is one hard line, tight ass flexing at every thrust into Cassian he takes. It’s brutal and they both look irritated, as if they’d been bickering and decided to fuck it out of one another instead.

This is what Rhys had wanted you to see? His friends fucking only one room over? Loud and unabashed as if it had been their plan to gain your attention all along.

Your theory is further proven when Cassian’s head turns and his hazel gaze locks on yours. His eyes are the color of rich chocolate and lush green forests and he gives you a wicked grin, flashing sharp canines. He opens his mouth but you don’t wait, spinning on your heel and retreating from the room, heart thundering in your chest.

You’d intruded, even if it was an order from the High Lord himself. He will just have to settle for you as a plaything tonight. Maybe you can convince him to look at the memories in your head of his two friends you didn’t invite back to his–

“Where are you going, love?”

You startle as a hand wraps around your waist, pulling you into a naked chest. You hadn’t heard anyone following after you, but you recognize the scarred hands holding you still. The spymaster. No wonder you hadn’t noticed.

He’s taller than Rhys and leaner than Cassian, his voice low like darkness and rough like ash. His grip on your hips feels featherlight but confident, demanding, and you know if you try to step out of his grasp you won’t get far.

“I–”

Invite them back, darling, a voice curls in your mind, a deep and shadowy request that has your thighs trembling and your knees knocking together. Azriel’s hold on you flexes, bearing your weight with ease.

He buries his nose in your neck, scenting you. Or maybe he’s inhaling the fragrance of his High Lord on you, with the deep hum of appreciation he releases. 

“Are you going to answer me?” His lips brush your throat with each word. 

You swallow hard, unable to concentrate with his warm lips against your skin.

“I–uh, I was going to invite you to join Rhysand and I, but you seem busy.”

You feel the curve of his smile as Azriel replies, “I am. But Cassian and I are far more intrigued by you, love.” His grip gentles on your waist, thumbs brushing the dips of your spine, sliding upwards. 

You’re frozen again, unsure of how to react. You’ve seen the sheer size of the three of them, and Mother, you’re not sure if you can take them all like the High Lord is suggesting.

But you desperately want to.

Azriel eases you more firmly against his chest. His cock presses against your ass as his large hand snakes around your waist to your front, traveling leisurely down the curve of your stomach, dipping between your legs.

You gasp, head falling lax against his shoulder as he works two fingers through your folds, smearing your slick all over yourself as he begins to work you gently.

“So fucking wet,” he mutters against your cheek, gathering up your juices and bringing it up to both of your faces. “Suck it, love.”

You taste yourself on one finger while he takes the other, humming in appreciation, savoring your slick in his mouth. You suckle gently, running your tongue over the scarred flesh, loving how it feels.

Your lashes flutter and your knees are weak. You don’t even realize you’re leaning fully against him to keep yourself upright until he’s scooping you into his arms and moving towards Rhysands room.

You go to protest, ask him where Cassian is, but it dies in your throat when Azriel shoves the door open and strides through, aiming for the bed where Rhys and the male you were looking for are.

You hadn’t seen Cassain move past you and Azriel in the hall. He must’ve snuck by while your head was thrown back against Azriel’s shoulder. Now, he’s here with Rhys. The High Lord’s head is thrown back into the fluffy pillow with a strangled groan as Cassian sucks him off.

Each bob of Cassian’s head up and down Rhys’ cock fills you with desire, your pulse responding to each movement, your cunt convulsing in time with the warlord. 

Azriel dumps you on the bed next to Rhys and Cassian. He doesn’t hesitate, crawling up over your body to cage you in, bracketing your head between strong arms. You admire the cording of his chest, the tattoos licking their way in waves across tanned skin, the way he extends to brush his wings sensually against Cassians, his shadows curling around the four of you as he leans up and over to press a feverish kiss to Rhysand’s mouth.

You can’t seem to look away from the sight. Rhys digs his fingers into Azriel’s hair and pulls, deepening the kiss. They look like two immaculate warriors in battle, powerful in their own ways and grappling for dominance.

Azriel’s hips settle against yours, a brush of his hard cock along your folds has you releasing a shaky breath and winding your hands around his taut waist. You watch as their heavy kissing turns soft, the shadowsinger teasing his High Lord, pulling at his bottom lip before releasing it and brushing his mouth in a soft kiss. And another one.

Your hand finds Cassian’s hair. Rhys has a hand twisted in his dark locks but it falls open in favor of holding yours, guiding yours to press down on the warlord’s head so he chokes on his cock. You writhe against Azriel at the sound.

“Azriel,” Rhys moans, a breathy plea, “Get her ready for us. Fingers only.”

The shadowsinger’s hips buck and it makes you keen, nails scraping down his sides. His wings twitch with pleasure and he’s sliding against you once more before the heavy weight of his cock is gone, replaced with his mouth as he licks a hot stripe up your cunt.

You try to stifle your moan but the male seems angered by that. He pulls away, eyes dark as he stares down at you while he delivers a light slap to your clit. It makes you jolt and your thighs try to close but his body is there preventing you from doing so.

“You try to hold back another one of those pretty sounds again, love, and no one will touch you.”

“Yes,” you hiss, “I’m sorry, but please–”

“And don’t say sorry either,” he growls, settling between your legs again. Azriel can’t resist, his golden gaze flickers to your shiny pink cunt, waiting for him to use, before his eyes meet yours again, darkly serious, “I hate that.”

You clamp your mouth shut to cut off another apology ready to roll off of your tongue. This seems to satisfy Azriel, who doesn’t ease into it. He plants his mouth against your cunt, devouring you. You moan loudly, and you wish that you could say it’s for his sake but he’s the one who’s drawn it out of you, your muscles melting into the soft sheets while every nerve ending in your body lights up.

Maybe the High Lord doesn’t want anyone to touch you, maybe he wants to see you punished because he’s shoving Cassian off of his cock in order to move closer, swallowing down the next sound of arousal with his mouth.

Cassian takes up the empty space on your other side, caressing Azriel’s ass as he moves around to the other side of him, giving a quick pump to the shadowsinger that makes him groan and start fucking his tongue into you.

Rhys licks over your breast again while Azriel slides a finger into your wet cunt. It feels nice to finally have some stimulation down there but in a moment it’s gone, taking as much slick as he can with it and teasing that finger at your pucker.

You release a shaky breath as the tip of his finger pokes in. It’s a tease but holy gods does it feel good, thighs melting open for more.

Cassian guides your hand down to his cock. He wraps your hand around it, keeping his own on top of yours to guide you up and down his long length, showing you what he likes. He towers over you on his knees, lashes fluttering as you gather the precum at the tip of his head and slide it down his shaft with a twist of your wrist.

His moan is long, drawn out. “Fuck, sweetheart, yeah, yeah, yeah, just like that.”

You give a sharp cry in response as Azriel curls his finger inside of you. He’s sucking at your clit like he was made for it, spreading your wetness, lapping it up and spitting it where he’s prodding two fingers into your ass, slicking his way. 

It’s overwhelming, his tongue on your clit and his fingers in your ass, Rhysand nipping at your sensitive breasts, Cassian’s thick cock in your hand. Everything about this is so perfect, these males, all sharing you like you’re some sort of prize, making you feel like you’re on top of the world.

You scream your way through your orgasm and the three males react instantly. Cassian bucks fervently into your hand with a low curse, clamping down at the base of his cock to keep himself from cumming with you. Rhysand bites down on the soft flesh of your breast. It’s on the cusp of pain but it only heightens your orgasm, especially as Azriel keeps fucking into you with his long fingers, drawing out the delicious feeling until you’re nearly blacking out.

Azriel licks one last path up your cunt, reveling in the taste of your first orgasm as he eases his fingers from your ass. He lifts his head and it makes you whimper, clenching around nothing because he looks like he’s the one who’s just had the best orgasm of his life, looking well-fucked.

“She’s ready for us, Rhys.”

That has your eyes rolling into the back of your head, body going lax. Your grip falls from Cassian’s cock and Rhys lifts his own head to look down at you with a smirk. He places a hand over your lower stomach, warm and gentle, watching as you try to catch your breath.

“Going to be good for us, right darling?” His voice is a purr that sends tingles down your spine, right to your cunt. “Want some more?”

You nod frantically, unable to formulate words as you hold his wicked violet gaze. Ready for us? They’re both going to stick their enormous cocks in you? You shudder at the thought of them splitting you open, sharing you with each other.

“First,” Azriel interrupts as Rhysand stands, waiting for his shadowsinger to move so he can nestle himself into that pretty cunt. He’s been waiting for it so patiently, couldn’t help but think about it as he watched Azriel prepare you while Cassian sucked his cock.

Azriel stops Rhys, pushing off of the bed. He presses right up against his High Lord, chest to chest. Their cocks bob against each other at the movement and they both shiver. 

Rhysand growls as Azriel stops him, grabbing a fistful of the soft ink black hair at the nape of his neck, yanking his head back to expose the creamy column of his throat, littered with bruises. Azriel’s wings flare. Rhysand snarls as he searches for a spot to stake his own claim on the shadowsinger between the marks Cassian’s left.

Azriel places a gentle hand on Rhysands chest with a hiss, though he doesn’t really want any more space between them. His shadows snake down the planes of their bodies, and he lets them wrap around Rhysands cock tightly as payback.

Gold eyes clash with violet as the two males stare at each other. Azriel is taller, but the way Rhys is pulling his head back makes him look all the more powerful, even if Azriel’s got his pets wrapped around his sensitive bits.

“Go get your crown, Lord,” Azriel instructs, voice like liquid honey. You’d thought they might get aggressive, but it seems like the softness of Azriel’s voice is a direct order, a caress of night. Rhys looks at him for a moment longer, body clenched tightly as he tries desperately to stop the keen he wants to make at the feeling of Azriel’s shadows on his cock.

The shadowsinger senses this. His shadows dissipate and Rhys takes a deep breath but it gets caught in his throat because Azriel’s replaced the feeling with his warm hand, slowly sliding down his cock.

Rhys tilts his head as if he’s seeing Azriel in a new light. The challenge is there, two males battling for dominance, and he knows Azriel will let him fight if he wants to. But he catches the scent of your cunt as it clenches, slick sliding out from between your folds as you watch them, aroused. 

His fingers relax, sliding open to caress the back of Azriel’s head. He apologizes with a soft kiss, letting the shadowsinger lick into his mouth, let him run his hands down his chest and pump his cock, letting him take control.

He slinks away to retrieve his crown.

Azriel turns to you and Cassian who are both frozen on the bed in anticipation, watching the two of them go at it. He smirks, shadows curling around his shoulders and ruffling his wings with pride as he assesses you.

“Cass, lie down.”

Cassian doesn’t need to be told twice. He’s rock solid, body thrumming with want. He needs to touch he needs to beg, he needs to–

“Go and sit that pretty ass on Cassian’s face, love.” 

Gods, yes, he needs to taste.

You push yourself to your knees and peek a glance at Cassian but there’s a strong hand holding your jaw and turning your face away from his. Azriel’s golden eyes flicker as you meet his gaze.

“Eyes on me, pretty girl.” His whisper slips between your vertebrae, nestling deep into your bones.

He presses a featherlight kiss to your mouth and releases you. Rhysand’s back, standing beside Azriel who watches you like a hawk as you try to maneuver yourself the best you can whilst staring back at him.

You feel around for Cassian’s body blindly, but the warlord is impatient. He grabs your hips with large hands and lifts you with ease, settling your cunt right above his face. He’s panting already, hot breath caressing your cunt. His fingers gently pull at your lips to see your perfect pink cunt, ready for his mouth.

You’re frozen, hands planted on Cassian’s rock hard chest, hovering above his face. You so desperately want to slam yourself down on him, ride the fuck out of him, but the look on Azriel’s face tells you not to move, not even when the tip of Cassian’s tongue tentatively laps at your hole.

You keen and your eyes start to roll back into your head but they snap back to the shadowsingers on someone else’s command. By the hungry, dark gaze on Rhysand’s face from your peripherals, you know it’s the High Lord’s doing.

Just helping you out a little, darling, he purrs into your mind, you don’t want to see what he’s like when you disobey.

You swallow hard.

Azriel guides Rhysand up onto the bed. He’s chosen an expensive looking crown to wear, no doubt pulling out his most luxurious one for the occasion. It’s somehow darker than his thick hair, eating up all light. It’s adorned with onyx crystals of all sizes, cut into the shapes of stars so his hair glitters with it.

Rhysand looks up at you from where he is on his hands and knees. There’s a wild look of excitement in his eyes, and he relinquishes his hold on you with a prowl of amusement, “Go ahead, darling.”

You don’t have time to stop yourself, sinking down onto Cassian’s face as Rhysand releases your mind. You don’t even have time to think about Azriel, who told you not to look away from him because Cassian’s hands are winding around your thighs, holding you tightly to his face as he laps and sucks at you like he’s a starved man getting his first taste of food.

His tongue pressing through your folds is paired in time with a harsh slap to the High Lord’s ass, who groans, arches, and rocks back on instinct. 

Cassian sucks your clit harshly, drawing a long moan from you. You can’t help the grind of your hips as he holds you close, like he doesn’t even need to breathe. The stubble on his face bites at the softness of your thighs in the best way. The heat of his mouth and his muffled grunts only encourage you to ride him harder.

Another loud slap has you startling against Cassian’s mouth, pulling your swollen clit from between his lips. His straight teeth glide against your sensitive clit and you gasp, melting down his front.

Azriel is positioned behind Rhysand, hand raised to deliver another harsh blow to the High Lord. It’s erotic, the way his crown is sliding down across his forehead, one of Azriel’s hands wrapped around his throat from behind, keeping his head up.

The shadowsinger teases the head of his cock into Rhysands ass with a low groan, watching how his High Lord’s ass swallows his cock greedily.

Cassian switched his tempo from sucking to licking long and unhurried stripes up your cunt. You’re making a mess of his face, you can tell, dripping with pleasure as he edges you closer to another mind blowing orgasm. 

His cock is heavy, tip pink and waiting for stimulation. You wrap your hand around it, stroking, before you move up and down his shaft, pressing sloppy open-mouthed kisses to his long length.

Cassian’s hand snakes around to your ass, pressing a thumb inside while he quickens his pace, tongue flicking between your folds against your clit. You don’t care if Azriel punishes you, you stifle your moan with Cassian’s cock, letting the reverberations ring through him.

“Fucking hell, love,” Azriel breathes. It’s incredible, watching you ride Cassian’s face while sucking his cock. It makes something inside of him stir and he’s snapping his hips into Rhysand’s with a harsh slap, pressing the High Lord into an arch with a hand splayed wide on his back. “Make her cum, Cass.”

“Ohhh,” you wail as he works his tongue and finger at the same time, pushing yourself upright to swirl your hips once more. You’re letting out breathy pants as you ride that have each of the males groaning in response, their movements turning harsher, more primal.

Your pleasure explodes across Cassian’s face who eats it eagerly. He doesn’t stop until you’re shaking with it, jerking away with a sharp gasp when he licks over you.

Azriel is there then, pulling you off of Cassian and dragging you over to him. He kisses you on the mouth before he’s pushing you down by your shoulders to his throbbing cock, hand fisting your hair.

You feel someone pressing up behind you and you try to twist around to see who it is. Cassian towers over you, grabbing the High Lord for a hungry kiss.

It’s not like his kiss with Azriel, fighting for control. No, this kiss is softer, like Cassian already knows his place, letting the High Lord take what he wants from him.

“You fuck her,” Rhys purrs against Cassian’s mouth before his violet eyes drag down your spine, “And I’ll fuck you.”

You shiver as Azriel settles you on your hands and knees before him. You arch when Cassian licks up your cunt and over your pucker, one more taste before he nuzzles his cock between your folds, splitting your cunt open with his thick length.

You open your mouth to scream but Azriel’s pushing your head down onto his cock. It hits the back of your throat with a wet sound. You wrap your lips around him as he bucks, swirling your tongue around his hot cock as he bobs.

You can feel Rhysand pushing into Cassian because it shifts you forward, taking Azriel’s cock further down your throat. You choke and he groans, but then Rhys is pulling out and you gasp for a breath before he’s pushing back in just as quickly. 

Cassian’s hands are warm as they slide up your body, urging you to relax. Your cunt is tight around his cock but you take him perfectly and Azriel just as well, using your hand to pump around the part of his large cock that you can’t get into your mouth.

The warlord must have some practice with this sort of thing, because he’s rolling with Rhysand’s thrusts, letting them guide him into you, angling his hips every so often until you’re screaming around Azriel’s cock. 

“You going to come, love?” Azriel grits, lifting your head. You’re so well-fucked already, and they have much more in store for you. Lips swollen with spit from being stretched around his cock, eyes rolling into the back of your head as Rhysand picks up pace.

“Yeah,” you breathe, rocking feverishly back against Cassian now. He’s a moaning mess pressed between you and Rhysand. It seems like everyone’s hitting all of the right spots.

“Don’t.”

But it’s too late, you’re already spilling over the edge again. Your arms are shaking with the effort of keeping yourself up, your desire is a drug.

“I’m so–” you start but Azriel’s having none of it, shoving two fingers deep down your throat, his long digits and words choking you.

He growls, displeased, “What did I say?”

You don’t know if he’s actually expecting an answer but either way you can’t give one. Instead you swirl your tongue around his fingers, begging for his forgiveness. You watch the way his golden eyes flash with intrigue, and you cock your head innocently, staring up at him with wide eyes. It makes his chest heave.

Cassian’s pulling out of you and you whine at the loss, your orgasm drips down your legs and he runs a finger through it. You can hear him offering it to the High Lord who sucks if off of Cassian’s fingers with a lewd moan before he’s bending over you and kissing up your spine.

His breath is hot against your dewy skin as he whispers in your ear, “Ready for the main event, darling?”

“Wha–” you start but the High Lord wraps his arms around your waist and rolls so you’re settled on top of him, his chest flush with your back.

“I don’t think I can,” you respond, breathlessly watching Azriel and Cassian circle the two of you like prey. At their full height they’re even more menacing, all packed muscle and dripping with arousal. Cassian crawls up towards your head while Azriel kneels between your legs.

“You can, sweetheart,” Cassian murmurs, voice filled with utter awe as he strokes a delicate hand down your face. He presses a kiss to your mouth from his upside down position and it’s different, convincing as Azriel runs the flat of his tongue to the inside of your thighs, sucking kisses into your skin.

Cassian moves from you to Rhysand while Azriel works, tonguing over your cunt again, brushing your clit with his nose before he moves to Rhys cock, resting right up against your heat. He sucks the head of the High Lord’s cock into his mouth. It causes Rhysand to hiss with pleasure, the sound reverberating through his chest to yours, and you clench at the fresh wave of arousal it brings.

“Gonna make you feel so good, darling,” Rhysand whispers, angling your head so that you can kiss the both of them. It’s sloppy but it’s hot, has you whining and writhing your hips, urging Azriel’s tongue closer to your clit. 

You feel something warm and wet and then Azriel is guiding the head of Rhysand’s cock into your ass. 

“Relax, love,” he murmurs, and you can feel his tongue licking the spot where Rhys’ cock is entering you. It makes you shiver with pleasure before you release the tension from your body slowly, dragging a long moan as the High Lord slides into your ass.

“Atta girl,” his breath is hot against your core, like he can’t get close enough.

“Fuck,” Rhys groans, fully sheathed inside of you, “That feels good, darling.”

He’s right. It’s utter bliss, the feeling of him in your ass. He’s not moving anymore, but just him being nestled inside of you is incredible.

“Does it hurt?” Azriel asks, ever the level-headed one.

“No,” you gasp as Rhys shifts. His hands drag up your sides, grasping your breasts playfully.

Azriel straightens to his knees, kneeling between your thighs. His cock looks much bigger than it felt when it was in your mouth and you lick your lips, staring at it. It’s perfectly clear what their intentions are, and you’re not sure you’ll survive this night. 

You’re not sure you care.

The shadowsinger braces a hand beside you and Rhysand, wrapping the other around his cock. He’s hard, pulsing but he still gives it a few quick tugs as he looks at the last Illyrian, resting by your head.

“Ready, Cass?”

Cassian nods eagerly, placing his large hands on either side of your face, forcing you to look up at him.

“What–”

“I’m just gonna put m’cock in your mouth, sweetheart. Okay?”

You can’t help that your mouth waters at the thought of being stuffed full of all three males.

“Yes,” you breathe.

Azriel drags the blunt head of his cock through your folds to circle around your clit. You keen and writhe against Rhysand, who’s arms lock around you, holding you in place. 

Azriel grasps your ankles, tucking your knees up into your chest as he slots himself against you, dragging his cock through your folds to circle around your clit. You clench around Rhys with a heavy exhale, whimpering and writhing, but he grabs your hips and holds you still.

His breath is harsh against your temple. “Just a minute, darling, and we’ll fuck you ‘till you see stars.”

Azriel notches himself at your entrance and pushes in.

You open your mouth to gasp and Cassian’s driving himself into your throat. 

It’s too much. You’re too full. They’re too big.

Azriel works his long cock into you in steady strokes. You can feel his cock rubbing against Rhysand’s though they’re in two different holes but it’s everything.

You claw at the sheets, unable to beg them for what you want. Cassian’s cock is stretching your windpipe, blocking all airflow as he sheaths himself to the hilt, hips snug against your face.

“Holy fucking gods,” he moans, staring down at you in awe, “You’re such a good fucking girl.” 

The praise is accompanied with a light slap to your breast and a twist to your nipple that makes you squirm with pleasure. You don’t know how long you can hold your breath, but Cassian’s forcing you to, your throat working around the length of his cock and still he’s rutting in, in, in.

He pulls out a moment later, another curse dripping with lust as you choke, sucking in air. He doesn’t move far, the head of his cock laying heavy in your mouth as you struggle to breathe around it. You know your throat is wrecked but you thrum with arousal, and your voice is broken when you try to speak.

Luckily, you don’t need to. Rhysand knows exactly what you want, taking a peek into your mind. He moans loudly and jerks his hips which causes Azriel to grunt and shift as well, shoving you back up onto Cassian’s cock. 

“She wants more.” 

“Then more she’ll get,” Azriel hisses, hooking your legs over his shoulders. He grabs your hips in his strong hold, fucking into you. It adds sensation every time he thrusts deep. Rhysand doesn’t even have to move, he doesn’t have to because Azriel is driving into you, stimulating you both.

Cassian’s hands hold your head still, massaging your jaw as he worms his way down your throat again. His low curse has you clenching around the other two. 

“Her clit, Rhys,” Cassian groans, begs, “Play with her clit.”

You claw at Rhysand’s hands, trying to stop him. It’s too much, you’re so close already and you want this to last, you want them to use your body as their plaything until you’re broken with them, ruined for every other male.

Rhys grabs your wrists in one of his hands, pinning them to his chest while his other hand snakes down to your clit. Azriel splays your thighs wide, watching through lowered lashes where his cock disappears into your tight cunt.

Cassian isn’t setting a punishing pace, letting you gasp for air around his cock every so often. You’re choking on it but you love the feeling of him deep down your throat, filled to the brim with these gorgeous males.

He must love it too because he’s moving his hands from your cheeks to your throat, wanting to feel the way his cock makes your neck bulge. It’s a sight to see, and he invites Rhysand into his head to watch.

He pulls out, getting a hand around himself. You don’t even know the sounds spilling from your mouth, if you’re screaming or sobbing with pleasure or both, overstimulated by the feeling of their large cocks pounding into you.

The four of you are drifting towards inevitable orgasms.

Cassian’s guiding your jaw open again, sliding down your throat with less resistance as you relax for him, taking him fully. His balls slap your face as he bucks, hands going back to your throat to squeeze as he jerks down your throat with a shuddering moan.

You must feel too good, warm and tight around him because his grip is unrelenting, head thrown back on his shoulders and panting loudly. His fingers are surely leaving bruises on your throat from how tightly he’s holding and he doesn’t pull out.

You begin to struggle. You feel incredible but the anxiety is bubbling up in your chest because you can’t breathe and you desperately need to. You writhe, trying to pull your hands from Rhys’ harsh grasp but he’s much stronger than you, working your clit and reveling in the feeling of being inside of your ass while he shares the images of you swallowing Cassian’s cock down.

Black spots your vision but they don’t notice. Cassian is too close to his orgasm, fucking your face with fervor. He feels like a teenager again, about to lose control when he wants this feeling to last much longer.

It’s Azriel who notices the way you’re starting to go lax. A surge of anger flares through him and he growls, leaning over you to shove at Cassian who’s tipping over the edge of orgasm.

He hisses as his cock is dislodged. Cassian groans, wrapping a hand around himself because he’s already cumming, hot white rivulets streaming from his cock onto your chin, between your breasts.

You gasp for air as your own orgasm surges, Azriel’s cock knocking directly into that bundle of nerves when he’d gone to push Cassian away. You’re seeing stars alright, cumming with a high pitched scream of your own.

Your heels dig into the mattress as you cum but they’re not stopping, not until they get what they want.

Azriel’s still furious. He rips Rhys’ hands from yours and intertwines yours with his own, letting you clutch to him tightly. You wrap your legs around his waist and your toes brush his wings and he shudders, planting his forehead to yours as he fucks into you harder.

Rhys moans beneath the both of you, dragging his hands up over Azriel’s wings, caressing all of the sensitive spots. He sucks a mark into your neck as he cums, filling you up in great spurts.

Your whole body is on fire; your throat and lungs, Cassian’s hot cum on your chest. Rhys’ fingers are still dancing with your clit as he comes down from his own orgasm. Azriel’s thrusts are becoming sloppier, and he cums with a shout, sucking a tear off of your cheek as he presses himself flush against you.

“Fuck, Az,” Rhys grunts. His hands have found Azriel’s waist, holding him firmly so the shadowsinger doesn’t go wobbling off of you while he’s cumming. “I can actually feel your cock throbbing inside of her.”

Azriel’s grunt in response is gruff, spent. He slides off of you, pulling out of you slowly with a hiss, watching his cum leak from your cunt, mixing with Rhys’ seed seeping from your ass.

His cock twitches and he has the urge to lap it up. Cassian’s cum is smeared across his chest from when he pushed his body flat against yours. He lets this primal urge take over, leaning down to scoop both of their orgasms from your body.

You whimper, jolting at the sensation but Rhys is shushing you, entirely intrigued with the shadowsingers actions.

Azriel climbs up your chest, licking up Cassian’s cum as he goes. His golden eyes are bright as he helps you off of the High Lord before he leans over Rhysand with a hand to his jaw, prying open his mouth.

Azriel spits the mixture of their seed into the High Lord’s mouth, who hums in response.

Cassian, spent and leaning against the headboard, watches intently.

Rhysand rises to his knees. He shuffles over to you, holding you tightly in apology. You sigh, resting your head against his stomach as you wrap your arms around his waist and look up at him, opening your mouth for a taste.

He leans close, pushing their cum with his tongue into your mouth as he kisses you. Your moan comes out broken from your sore throat but their taste is everything. It makes your cunt throb.

Rhys doesn’t let you swallow, hand on your face, pinching your cheeks together to keep you from closing your mouth. Cassian and Azriel move closer, looking at all of their seed mixed together sitting in your mouth.

“Fuck. Look at us in there.” Cassian curses, and Azriel answers.

“Well done, love.”

[r34-porn]

pokemon

[follow-fatguarddog-deactivated2]

We all deserve to have a long monster tongue probing deep inside us and stretching our holes at least once

[monstarofucker]

There’s so much appreciation for nonhuman genitalia when it comes to dicks and I love it but honestly there should be more love for nonhuman pussy too. Some pitches:

- double clit. Like, if something has a double dick then the same species can have a double clit, right? Double the fun for the monsters with vaginas too

- similarly to the previous, double vaginal channel for expert level fingering

- aphrodisiac slick. Just, aphrodisiac slick

- creature whose genitals are basically sealed when unaroused so you have to slowly tease the slit and worked it open

- inhuman labia? Like multiple sets of them, or in multiple colors, or in strange shapes

[guy4g]